McCall:You have lately. But since you got shot, ended up in a coma, and lost the ability to speak… I’ll give you a pass.
Booker:Want to talk about it?
McCall:Not really. I want to have a glass of the expensive-ass whiskey I had you buy me and go to bed.
Booker:You know you can talk to me about your hard days.
McCall:I know, cuz, thanks. You know it wouldn’t kill you to ask Macie about her day.
Booker:I ask her about her day, you know, in between all the other stuff.
McCall:You better start living in the present with her. You’re coming home soon, and the past isn’t going to sustain her forever.
Booker:The past seems to mostly piss her off.
McCall:You blame her?
Booker:Nope.
McCall:Ask the girl how her damn day was.
Booker:I am. I will.
Booker + Macie
Booker:I fly out tomorrow, as long as everything goes the way it’s supposed to.
Macie:Wow. It’s real, huh?You’re coming home.
Booker:How does that make you feel, baby?
Macie:A little terrified, a little excited. I have butterflies and I can’t really tell the exact reason. I haven’t talked to you in years, I made myself move on. Now you’re back in my life and I found out my parents are the ones who drove you away.
Booker:All fair and valid points. I’m glad at least part of you is excited. Even if it’s small.
Macie:How are you feeling?
Booker:Ready. I’m so damn ready, Macie. I’ve missed you every second of every day. I’ve been homesick from the moment I stepped onto that bus out of town.
Macie:You know how you feel, and that makes me feel guilty that I don’t.
Booker:We’ve lived different truths the last four years. There’s no reason we should feel the exact same about what’s happening between us.
Macie:You always know the right thing to say.
Booker:Only to you. And maybe I’m making up for all the months and months I said nothing.
Macie:I’ve been taking care of your mom’s place.
Booker:McCall told me. Thank you for doing that. She’ll be happy to know you were there.
Macie:Things seem weird all of a sudden. Like we’re both being polite.
Booker:You want me to be a dick?
Macie:I don’t know what I want. I think I need some time, some space. At least until you’re home. Is that okay?
Booker:Of course it is, baby.