Penny fuckin' Tyler

I love you. That is not the problem here, this has nothing to do with how I feel about you.  

Okay. So, steak.

I just wanted to hear you say it.

And spurting what? The bullshit you don’t need again? I don’t know what to say to you now and I’ve thought about this every second since you walked out that door.

I’m... I’m torn, then. 

We went camping a few weeks ago. 

Yeah, you’re right. I don’t know why I’m still here either. You should be coming to me.

I bought steaks and cheesy… scalloped potatoes, if you want that, or we can go get something. Just about any place you can find you can take away here. 

I like steak and pota-- When?

You don’t owe me the time of day, let alone a few days. 

Okay.

I don’t know how to talk to you about the rest. 

Well I’m not really going anywhere until you can figure it out. I’ll owl into work if I have to. Sorta owe you a few days, anyways, don’t I?

I didn’t tell you because I haven’t seen you and if I had I would’ve because it was that stupid. It was funny. And then all of a sudden it wasn’t. 

I could tell it wasn’t from the moment I walked in the door.

Try.

I don’t blame you. 

Why?

Sorta left you hanging.

What are you doing here, Tyler? 

Should be.