Sirius: Here we are.
Provence: This giant place? Seriously?! You have to be kidding me. There’s no way this is a school.
Sirius: Walnutburg is a big place.
Provence: No kidding.
Sirius: Here we are.
Provence: This giant place? Seriously?! You have to be kidding me. There’s no way this is a school.
Sirius: Walnutburg is a big place.
Provence: No kidding.
Sirius: Or you could just live here.
Altair: Sirius…
Sirius: Why not?
Altair: It’s not like I come just by myself. Provence would be here too.
Sirius: Don’t act like I don’t know that.
Altair: Do you really understand how big this is? It means you’re in it for the long haul…
Sirius: I’ve already been ready for a while. I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.
Altair: You should at least meet her first… you might change your mind once reality sets in.
Sirius: Have a little faith in me. I’m not going to change my mind that easily, so stop acting like you’re going to get rid of me. I love you, Altair.
Altair: I-I [deep breath] I love you too.
Altair: Do you give up?
Sirius: I’m raising my white flag.
Altair: Good. While you’re there… I have something to tell you.
Sirius: What is it?
Altair: I’m moving here…
Sirius: Are you really?
Altair: Yeah… I’ve already done the transfer paperwork for Provence… I’m just waiting to hear back from the apartment I applied for.
Altair: Ahhh!
Sirius: What happened to all that big talk you were doing a second ago.
Altair: This happened.
[thunk]
Altair: Maybe I could just paint on you instead.
Sirius: Those are fighting words.
Altair: A fight I fully intend on winning.
Sirius: Bring it on, shorty.
Sirius: Hmm, what if you were just to put a big swipe of green right, here.
Altair: Sirius, stop. [giggling] Look what you did. I’m going to have to do that whole part over again.
Sirius: Or you could just stop painting for now.
Altair: I want to finish it.
Sirius: You’ve been in here for hours. [pouting] I’m lonely.
Provence: You’re my most important person, after all.
Soliel: Yeah! Best of friends forever, right?
Provence: That’s right… friends.
Soliel: Do you promise?
Provence: Of course I promise, silly.
Soliel: Cross your heart and hope to die?
Provence: Even the whole stick a needle in my eye bit.
Soliel: It’s so far…
Provence: It’s not that far. My mom travels there every week.
Soliel: I mean… I guess, but do you think you’ll be coming back here that often?
Provence: I don’t know. I’ll try.