Altair: Oh berry… please… you don’t have to answer that.
Provence: I just want to know if I’m getting any siblings anytime soon.
Altair: Provence, please.
Provence: It’s time to face the music, mom. I’m more than halfway to 10. I need a sister before I get into the double digits.
Altair: You know it doesn’t work like that, right?
Provence: You know you’re not getting any younger, right?
Provence: Can I ask you a question?
Sirius: Ask me anything. I’m an open book.
Provence: Are you woohooing with my mom?
[choked noise]
Soliel: I feel like… if you go, that’s it. I’ll never see you again.
Provence: That’s not true. I’ll always make my way back to you.
Never say those words.
Because if you do…
…I’ll be tempted to say them back.
Altair: Don’t look at me like that.
Sirius: Like what?
Altair: Like you want to give me the whole world.
Sirius: I do, Altair. I–
Altair: Stop. That’s enough for today.
Please.
I’m begging you.
Don’t say those words.
Altair: It’s not like you can blink and it makes it all go away. Our past… your job… it’s the dark cloud hanging over everything that this can be and here I am, waiting for the storm to come. The day that suddenly you’re gone and I’m powerless. [sighs] I’ve been there once before. I don’t want to be in that place again.
Sirius: Altair…
Altair: We can never be anything more than this. Not with the way things are.
Sirius: What if I didn’t work for your father anymore?
Altair: W-What? Is that even possible?
Sirius: I’m sure I could figure it out.
Altair: You’re right. I’m sorry.
Sirius: Will you actually talk to me now?
Altair: [quiet] I still don’t want to.
Sirius: It’s not going to just go away because you refuse to talk about it.
Altair: I know that. I do. There are so many things about this that are complicated… and messy.
Sirius: It doesn’t have to be.
Altair: How can you even say that?
Altair: Put what off exactly?
Sirius: An actual conversation about our relationship.
Altair: What relationship? This? It’s not a relationship. So there we have it. There’s nothing to talk about.
Sirius: Call it what you want Altair, but it’s been over a year. I think we’re a little past the point of this being casual.
Altair: Maybe it should stop being anything all together then.
Sirius: If that’s how you feel then I’ll walk you to the station and we can be done here. Is that what you want?
Altair: [pouting] No…
Sirius: Then don’t say things you don’t mean just to be hurtful. It’s not going to get you anywhere.
Sirius: Hold on for a minute. You can’t just keep brushing me off like that.
Altair: So what, you want to have a serious conversation in the middle of a snowstorm?
Sirius: Maybe the possibility of freezing to death will make you more sensible.
Altair: You’re insufferable.
Sirius: How long are you going to put this off?
Altair: I don’t see the point in talking about it anymore.
Sirius: Why not? It would be nice to see you more than once a week.
Altair: It’s a two-hour train ride between Walnutburg and Peanut Brittle Bay…
Sirius: You could always move here.
Altair: It’s not going to happen.
Sirius: Why not?
Altair: … We should really get inside. It seems like the wind is picking up more.
Berrybloomsims 