FOUR WEEKS LATER
Conor:Do you think I should?
Finn:Give me a clue. Should what?
Conor:Should visit Star.
Finn:Maybe preface messages with the entire question, Conor. We can save time that way.
Conor:Finn! I’m having a meltdown here.
Finn:Why?
Conor:She isn’t talking to me.
Finn:Women do that. What did you do to piss her off?
Conor:Nothing.
Finn:It’s never nothing. Did you forget her birthday?
Conor:No.
Finn:An anniversary?
Conor:Look, Star isn’t a normal woman, Finn. Things like that don’t make her mad.
Finn:Hahaha, excuse me while I die over here. ALL women are like that. I don’t give a fuck what they say; they care about that shit. Put reminders on, set alarms, just never forget birthdays, anniversaries, or holidays.
Conor:You think I don’t have a million reminders set for the family’s birthdays? I know how to set a reminder, Finn.
Finn:So why didn’t you do that this time?
Conor:Because I didn’t forget anything! I gave her a damn gift recently. Anyway, she wouldn’t stop talking to me over that. I even let her win our last game of Call of Duty.
Finn:How benevolent of you.
Conor:Shut up. Tell me what to do.
Finn:I don’t see that there’s any harm in visiting her.
Conor:What if I shouldn’t?
Finn:What?
Conor:What if it’s better if we never meet?
Finn:Conor, why would that be the best thing to happen? What’s going on with you?
Conor:I’m fucked up, Finn.
Finn:No more than any of us. We all found someone, didn’t we?
Conor:I’m worse than you.
Finn:Than Aidan? I doubt it. Do you skin people as well as electrocute them?
Conor:No.