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.
Sirius: I’m starting to think you only exist on Friday’s between 10 and 6.
Altair: Hmm…That’s because I spend the rest of the time fighting crime as Super Llama Girl. Shh. Don’t tell anyone.
Sirius: Why would Super Llama Girl always be free on Friday nights? I would think that would be the prime time for criminal activity.
Altair: You would know, wouldn’t you?
Sirius: That’s hurtful.
Altair: You ruined my joke. It makes me salty.
Sirius: You’re not salty, you’re deflecting.
Altair: I hope the trains are still running in the morning.
Sirius: If not…?
Altair: I don’t know. I’ll figure something out.
Sirius: You could just stay longer.
Altair: You know that I can’t.
But I didn’t think I would actually start to like him.
Sirius: What’s that face for?
Altair: I’m making a face?
Sirius: You make this face whenever you have something on your mind. Your nose crinkles and your bite the inside of your lip. It’s cute.
Altair: Hmm. I never knew.
Sirius: So are you going to tell me what you’re thinking about?
Altair: Maybe someday… but not right now.
There’s no way this ends well… so someone, please tell me, why do I want it anyway?
I should know better by now.
Altair: [lauging uncontrollably]
Sirius: I think someone has had a little too much juice.
Altair: I’m not juiced. You’re juiced.
Sirius: Do you even what you’re laughing about anymore?
Altair: Your nose… it’s round. Like a button. I just want to poke it.
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