Cosmo: As long as it takes to get him back.

There is a weariness in her eyes as she sighs in defeat, her shoulders slumping and her mouth pushed in a straight line. She’s trying to not let me see her frustration, but I know it’s there. I feel it too.

Harmony: What if…

Cosmo: [quiet] I never get him back?

She slides into bed with me, gently touching her face. The tips of her fingers are chilled from the cold autumn outside. She regrets bringing it up, I can tell from the way she chews on her lower lip.

Harmony: I worry about you.

Cosmo: I know.

Harmony: Maybe it’s time to let him go.

Cosmo: I can’t… I just…  It’s one thing to break up… it’s another to…

Harmony: Shh, I know Cosmo, I know. We can stay in and watch a movie.

Cosmo: Don’t you ever get tired of spending your Fridays cooped up with my sorry behind?

Harmony: [chuckles] There’s nowhere I’d rather be.