PCoop: I have to like it, and it has to have depth.
FinnG: You can lie about not liking it to get out of writing with me.
PCoop: I don’t lie about things like that.
FinnG: What do you lie about?
PCoop: Mostly my feelings and my well-being.
FinnG: What does that mean?
PCoop: My family asks me how I’m doing, and I usually say well—it’s a lie. I pretend to be happy, but I’m usually sad.
FinnG: So you’re not doing well?
PCoop: It’s not important.
FinnG: What happened?
PCoop: I’m not going to bare my feelings to you.
FinnG: But you want me to do it on paper for you? That’s unfair.
PCoop: My life is complicated.
FinnG: Try not remembering the first twenty-five years of your life. That is a fucking clusterfuck. I win.
PCoop: That does sound a lot worse.
FinnG: Exactly. I might be able to understand.
PCoop: I miss my significant other.
FinnG: Bad breakup?
PCoop: It’s… I can’t discuss what happened to him with you.
FinnG: I’m guessing you can’t move on.
PCoop: I don’t want to, and I miss him, and…
PCoop: But there’s this guy.
FinnG: Oh, there’s a guy? Is he good-looking?
FinnG: I’m guessing his appearance doesn’t matter. You like men who keep your mind interested.
PCoop: Yes, but he’s also attractive.
PCoop: The point is that I can’t develop feelings for him, but it’s getting hard.
FinnG: Sounds easy. Ditch the other guy and get on with the new one.
FinnG: This is just like me and dream girl.
PCoop: Who is dream girl?
FinnG: Someone who helped me get through the worst part of my recovery. I’m in love with her, but she’s unattainable.