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Atlas: Hey everyone, we have something to tell you.

Asher: Okay, I know you’re all hungry, so we’ll make this quick. While we were in Selvadorada, Atlas and I got married. Everyone: You what? Oh my god! Congratulations! Married? Daddy UP!!! Yay! Can we eat now?

Spencer: Pssst Atlas: What? Spencer: Félicitations!

Atlas: [laughing] Aww merci beaucoup!

[cheerful chatter]

Aspen: Love you, Ashes. Asher: [happy tears] Love you too, kiddo.

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Max: I don’t want to enter any agreement where I don’t know the payment up front. There’s never anything for nothing. That’s how people work.

Marco: What!? No! That’s not how people work! I'm not doing this because I want something from you.

Max: Even if you say you don’t want anything from me, you’re getting something out of it. 

Marco: [sigh] You may be right on some level. In my life, I’ve had people give me a hand to pull me out of a ditch, and I feel I'm in a good position to do the same for you. Pay it forward. When you can. I don’t even need to know about it. Will you sit down? Your coffee’s getting cold.

Marco: When I first met you, I thought you were nothin’ but a thief.

Max: Figur-

Marco: BUT THEN, I saw a kid. Just like my grandkids. A kid who had to dumpster dive for food. I thought maybe, if given the chance, you wouldn’t have to be a thief. I see your potential. You could have a bright future in front of you if you give yourself a chance. 

Marco: I guess you have good reasons not to trust me, but I can’t stand by while you freeze outside. Max, accept the damned offer!

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Courtney: How long are you staying at your brothers? Mia: Should only be a week or two more. Glad you’re familiar with this place, I’d have gotten lost otherwise. Courtney: You sure I can’t convince you to move around here? It’s cheap!

Mia: I’m quite happy in my equally shit neighbourhood across town, thanks. Courtney: You say they’re equal, but I’ve never had to deal with bedbugs. Mia: La-di-da. See you soon, Ms Fancy Pants. Courtney: [laughs] Bye. Wyatt: Courtney! Courtney: I don’t have time to talk right now.

Wyatt: I can hardly apologise if you walk off, can I? Courtney: Look, us hanging out isn’t gonna work. Not if you want more than I’m willing to give. Wyatt: You have no idea what I want. Courtney: Well, whatever. I’m not interested in spending any time with you, friendly or not. Wyatt: Suit yourself. I’m always just around the corner when you change your mind. Courtney: [scoffs] When. Leave me alone, Wyatt.

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[KEYS JANGLING] Courtney: Stupid fucking... Oscar: Need-... Courtney: I told you-... Oscar: [wheezes] Courtney: Ohhh my god. I thought you were someone else! Oscar: [coughs] Nuisance neighbours? Courtney: Something like that. You good? Oscar: Mh, mhm. Courtney: Okay, okay.. wait here, I’ll be quick. You want some ice or..? Oscar: Nah. Courtney: Sorry, Oscy. Oscar: I’ll forgive you in half an hour or so.

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Dinnertime

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Aspen: Daddy? Phoenix: Hi. What are you doing out of bed? Aspen: My tummy hurts. Phoenix: It does? Aspen: Mhm

Phoenix: Do you need to go potty? Aspen: I don’t know. Phoenix: Think we should try? Aspen: Okay.

Phoenix: Feel better? Aspen: Uh-huh!

Phoenix: Let’s get back to bed then. Aspen: I’m thirsty. Phoenix: [sighs] Okay, I’ll get you a drink, but then it’s bedtime, got it? Aspen: Got it.

Phoenix: Alright, back to bed.

Aspen: Will you read me a story? Phoenix: No, it’s too late, Annie. You gotta get some sleep. Aspen: [whines] But-- Phoenix: No buts. Goodnight. Aspen: Goodnight. Phoenix: Love you. Aspen: Love you.

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Alex: Why didn’t you tell me you could see ghosts? TEXT: How do you even bring something like that up in a letter? You’d think I was bonkers if you couldn’t too.. and you didn’t say anything either. Alex: True… [Robin observed Alex as she fell silent, picking at her nail polish. Frustrated by her seemingly blank mind, he wished he knew what she were thinking, but he could never quite grasp anything coherent and had to make do with the faint emotions emanating from her instead. She often felt sad or angry, which confusingly, never matched the energy she gave forth. He wondered if something was wrong, but she changed the subject before he could ask.]

Alex: So, you’re secretly friends with that guy, Levi-.. or you were, right? [Robin shrugged, wiggling his hand from side to side] Alex: Kind of? [Robin nodded with a sigh, deciding he could actually trust Alex; it was infuriating having to rely on his phone to communicate with her, but she didn’t seem to mind and waited patiently] TEXT: Yeah.. he pissed me off so I’ve been ignoring him ‘til he apologises but he’s being stubborn. Alex: I suppose asking him to apologise is beside the point? [Robin snorted, nodding in agreement]

TEXT: He’s complicated I guess.. his family is super shitty and so are his friends but he’s banking on a scholarship from the football team or something so he doesn’t wanna lose face with any of them. He’s miserable having to pretend ALL the time though and now I just feel bad, which is bullshit cos he’s the one who’s supposed to feel bad.. which he does, but apparently not enough to act on.

Alex: Why can’t he just be friends with you and them? TEXT: They’d probably turn on him, then he’d be even more miserable.. I guess me being upset with him is the lesser evil, so I get it. Alex: No one who pretends or runs away is truly happy though.

[Robin nodded absently, wondering if Alex was talking about herself too-.. maybe he’d never know, maybe she was the one person he could have a normal relationship with. He wasn’t sure whether he loved or hated the idea…]

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Kai: Everything was fine until it wasn’t. I keep trying to… Pray for answers but I can’t hear him. I think our God is angry with me. Maybe he knows that I’ll never get better.

Priest: We’ve had many conversations about your urges.

Kai: Thanks for, uh, not telling my parents by the way.

Priest: Of course, our conversations are between you, God and I. 

Kai: Do you believe in forgiveness?

Priest: I believe we spend our days reaching true atonement. While it might be easier for some, others might have a much more difficult journey. However, that doesn’t mean we abandon those who struggle. What do you feel is stopping you?

Kai: I guess I’m trying to make sense of all of this.

Priest: May I offer enlightenment? If temptation is what you’re struggling with then I’m sure you aren’t alone. To fall into temptation isn’t a sin but it’s when we act on it then we truly are lost.

Kai: Really? Because I feel quite the opposite.

Priest: You haven’t… Kai?

Kai: I’m looking for forgiveness in the wrong person.

Priest: Our God isn’t a person.

Kai: Thank you for your time, Father.

Priest: Wait!

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Kai: Wait!

Alex: I don’t want to talk to you. I didn’t think you’d have the balls to show up here.

Kai: Honestly it was a long shot, I mean you blocked my number.

Alex: As one does when going through the embarrassment of being a one night stand.

Kai: That’s not the worst thing you can be.

Alex: Not helping!

Kai: You could be me. I’ll admit, that wasn’t my brightest moment.

Kai: That night, before I called you, I was in a bit of an argument with someone I… Deeply cared about. It slipped that I liked him and the humiliation that followed put me over edge. So I called you. I called you because I needed a distraction.

Alex: Jesus.

Kai: Alex, please. Once I realized what I had done, I felt so ashamed. Not because of you, but because I’m a coward. Look, I have a lot of shit I need to sort out. My life isn’t exactly the most cheery thing out there.

Alex: Yeah, it’s clearly a vortex of evil, like thanks for dragging me in and I was the one you suspected of having an angle?

Kai: I’m sorry.

Alex: Who are you apologizing for, really?

Kai: You.

Alex: Sure.

Kai: I really do mean it.

Alex: Kai. Stop saying you’re sorry.   

Kai: But-

Alex: Stop. You get me? You get what I’m trying to say? Stop pitying yourself. Stop being ashamed of yourself. That’s how you fix things. 

Kai: Okay. I know I deserve a hell of a lot worse and I might be grasping at straws for asking this, but do you think we could start over? For real this time?

Alex: Hmph.

Kai: What?

Alex: I’m thinking.

Kai: Well that’s scary.

Alex: You want me to say no?

Kai: Sorry. Wait, sorry for saying-

Alex: Fine.

Kai: Really?

Alex: But only because you did the same for me a while back. I don’t like to give second chances. Be wiser this time around?

Kai: [ nods ] Y-yeah. 

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The Don Diaries

The call from Gina is long forgotten by the time Don arrives at the restaurant and sees Dani.

We request a table, only to be temporarily held back by a pesky EA bug. But nothing will stop this date from happening tonight, and the problem is quickly resolved through ruthless application of UI cheats.

However, from the kitchen, a familiar chiselled face is watching.

It's honestly a little tragic. The heartbroken slacker finally got a job, but it's much, much too late.

Kyle's loud crying in the bathroom makes for a slightly awkward start to the date, and Dani really hopes they get a different server.

Don tries to focus on the menu when his phone goes off - it better not be Gina again.

Thanks for the support, JoAnna, but can we maybe get through THEIR FIRST DATE before we think long-term? You and Matteo need to chill, seriously.

Despite the constant distractions from old friends and unhinged exes, the date is going well. Don is mesmerised by Dani's lips while they wait for their food.

But he's determined to keep his cool and take things slow. He'll be the best possible version of himself, prove that he's changed, that he can be the man she deserves.

The food has barely arrived before Dani lays down some ground rules. She's seen him in the past, and if this date is going to lead anywhere, she needs to know Don is serious about it this time.

Thankfully, Don has changed. His fuckboy ways never brought him happiness, and he wants more stability for both himself and Matteo.

The conversation flows more freely after that, jokes, banter and light flirting flying back and forth.

A while later, Kyle is finally done crying in the bathroom.

Dani suggests that maybe this is their cue to leave. Besides, it's getting late and Don's neighbour can't look after Matteo all night.

Their plates are cleared and Don takes care of the bill. It's the moment of truth.

He slowly caresses Dani's cheek, trying to make sure they're on the same page about this, but it seems like he has nothing to worry about.

And then, at long last...

Took you long enough.

There are many other things Don would like to do with Dani tonight, but he needs to get home to Matteo. Instead, he invites Dani to come and stay with them for New Year's Eve.

It'll be worth the wait.

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Oscar: Ohh a uniform and everything, staying for a while I take it? Alex: Hopefully! Oscar: Yeah? Alex: Yeah, dad said he's covering for some extended leave in a museum or something-.. I don't know, I've been too distracted to ask properly. Oscar: Well, you're welcome whenever-.. as long as your dad doesn't mind. Alex: Eh, he's usually working anyway and he likes being alone. [Although he appreciated his parents’ warmth toward Alex, Robin eventually had to drag her away-.. being trapped in a conversation he couldn’t join in on was boring anyway, and he had an experiment to conduct…] … Alex: Ooooh I love attics, you should make this your bedroom so you caaaAAn-… Alex: Ahhhhh! This rug it's uh.. I LOVE it! So colourful and.. dusty. [Robin grinned as he whipped out his phone, his test clearly proving successful] TEXT: You can see Clementine, can't you? Alex: I uhm-.. you do too? I've never met anyone else that could-.. she can hear us, right? Clementine: Yes, dear. Alex: Oh, oh my god! HI! Clementine: You must be Alexandra. Alex: Ohh you're posh! You must've been here for ages, how old are you? Clementine: I'm not-.. I’m not sure. [Robin tensed beside Alex, typing furiously; he needed to explain before Alex put her foot in it and sent Clementine into one of her less favourable moods, but he needn't have worried] Alex: That's okay! Loads have no idea-.. I guess Robin must've mentioned me? [Clementine agreed with a nod, successfully distracted] Alex: I bet he's annoyed he can't join in right now-.. quick, tell me an embarrassing secret before he can shush us!

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Dawn: Whoooosh!! Wind blows colorful leaves across the yard… [Ringtone chimes across the room] Dawn: Hold on, I gotta get my phone okay?

Dawn: Oooh guess who it is! Aspen: ??? Dawn: Uncle Atlas. Aspen: [grabbing for the phone] Me!

Aspen: Bonjour tonton! Atlas: [laughing] Bonjour! Who taught you that? Aspen: Mommy. Atlas: I’m impressed. Can I talk to your mom? Aspen: Okay.

Dawn: Are you home? Atlas: Yep, just walked in a few minutes ago. Dawn: Oh good. How was it? Atlas: It was…

Atlas: …perfect. Dawn: Perfect? Tell me everything. Atlas: I will, I promise, but not right now. We’re exhausted and jetlagged. But we’ll see you for Harvestfest, right? Dawn: Yeah, of course.

Atlas: Ok good, then we can tell everyone at once. Dawn: Tell everyone what? Atlas: We’ll tell everyone at once. Dawn: [gasps] You’re engaged, aren’t you?

Atlas: Yes, I’m here… No, I’m not engaged. Now, stop trying to guess.

Asher: Hi mom. Just calling to let you know we made it home.

Megan: How are you? How was the flight home? Asher: Long. We’re tired. Just gonna take it easy for the next couple days. Megan: Yes, you two rest up. We’ll see you Thursday? Asher: Yeah, we’ll see you then.

Megan: Listen, sweetie, before you go, there’s something I need to tell you. Asher: What’s wrong?

Megan: I was going to call you, but there’s nothing you could do from there, and I didn’t want to ruin your trip. Asher: Mom, you’re making me nervous. What is it?

Atlas: Wait, Phoenix has a brother? Dawn: I told you; we have a lot to catch up on. Atlas: Okay, we’ll meet up this weekend and talk about everything. In the meantime, I need to go lie down. I’ll see you soon. Dawn: Fine. I’m glad you’re home. I missed you. Atlas: I missed you too.

Atlas: Apparently, we missed a lot while we were— Ash? Asher: [sobbing] Atlas: What’s wrong? Asher: Jasper. Atlas: Oh no.

Atlas: I’m so sorry. Asher: [sobbing]

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Jen, though different in her appearance, is the same as I remember. Our last meeting, at Christmastime, we took a walk in the dark misery of St. Stephen’s day. Lights twinkled in the eaves of the seafront houses, reflecting on the slick tarmac after days of rain, and as usual, with Jen I felt normal, like nothing had really changed all that much since I moved away.

“There you are,” she says, like she saw me yesterday. 

“Your hair’s pink.” I say.

“It is, yeah.”

Now she is burying her face in the front of my coat, and her arms are stiff from the layers of clothing she’s wrapped around herself. From my chest, her voice is muffled. “Have you gotten taller?”

“I think you’ve shrunk, Jenny.”

“Probably my horrible diet. Can you imagine, I’ve not eaten a vegetable since Christmas?”

“I actually can imagine that.”

“Why? Do I look deathly?”

“No, you look nice.” She tilts her face to me, her round cheeks and upturned nose pink from the cold. “I’m still getting used to not seeing you every day.”

“It’s been a good while since you moved. Time you get used to it.”

I smile. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving.”

“Come on, then. We haven’t far to go.”

“This is actually pretty good,” Jen says, eating around the braised fennel on her plate, and picking out only the pieces of chicken. “Is there lemon in it, or something?”

“Lemon and some other stuff, yeah.”

“It’s tasty.”

“Jude is an excellent cook,” Astrid says. “I’m very lucky to have a boyfriend who cooks almost like a chef.”

“Yeah, you are,” Jen replies. 

The apartment is warm and clean, candles lit around the little living area, and one on the table, casting a warm glow over the food. It looks like a place an adult would live, one with intentional design choices, the right lampshades sourced from second-hand shops, artfully stacked books on the coffee table and all the little things one can accumulate just from living having found their place in organised drawers, or little ceramic bowls placed around the place. In the bathroom, there is incense lighting, and a little bouquet of dried flowers in an amber glass vase by the sink. It matches the other amber glassware, containing soap and lotion and shampoos, all carefully chosen from heaps of rubbish at flea markets. Only Astrid’s artistic eye could spot the potential in junk, take it home, clean it up, and make it worthy.

When I was at Jen’s little kip in Ranelagh a couple of months ago, I got drunk and drew a crude, biro drawing of a little bald man with a huge bare arse. I gave him a speech bubble saying ‘TIOLET’, and we stuck it to her bathroom door so that nobody would get lost trying to find it. We fell about laughing at it until I thought I’d get sick. Now, weeks later, I have served her roasted chicken marinated in ouzo on a table with linen placemats. I ignore the blatant divergence in how I have presented myself, and pray she doesn’t bring it up. 

“Jen, won’t you eat the fennel?” Jonas says. He’s finished his dinner, and she offers him the remains of hers. He piles her vegetables onto his plate. “It is so delicious, you know. It makes me wish Jude would cook for me at home.”

“He doesn’t?”

He laughs. “Not once. He’s always eating out or making toast for dinner.”

“That’s crazy. Jude! You’ve always been good at cooking. Why haven’t you treated your poor, suffering housemate?” Jen gapes at me in mock outrage while clinging to the sleeve of his shirt. He chuckles. He likes her. She likes him. I knew it would be like this, because everyone likes Jen, and everyone likes Jonas, and these people, the kinds that are easy to like, easy to get along with, fall into a simple rhythm with one another every time they encounter one another. This is one of the many benefits of having a personality that others do not find challenging. 

“I should,” I admit. “I’m just busy, you know?”

“Busy being a bad housemate! I can’t believe this.”

“Me neither,” Jonas nods, making valiant inroads into his second helping. “All this time, I thought you were some typical kind of student who cannot make even a bowl of pasta.”

“Well, I’ve proved you wrong.”

“You have. I misjudged you.”

“I’m surprised to hear you talk about Jude like this,” Astrid says. “I don’t see him that way.”

“Like what? Unable to cook pasta?” says Jen. 

“That he’s so irresponsible. For me, this has been a very grounding relationship. I feel he’s a steady person.”

How did I get this woman? I think, for at least the fourth time this evening. How have I been so fortunate?

Jen’s raucous laugh shatters the moment. “Him?” She says. “You find him to be reliable?”

“Well, yes, actually.”

“Easy know that you didn’t know him at school.”

“Oh, really?” Intrigue twinkles in Jonas’ eye. 

“Yes, he was a complete wild card. You should start just asking him to tally up the amount of days he was in detention over the six years. The things I witnessed…”

“He tells me almost nothing about his life in Ireland!” Jonas tosses his napkin onto the plate, and I roll my eyes. “There’s not much to tell. I’ve said already that Ireland was crap. There was never anything to do.”

“That’s true,” Jen says, “fair enough. But we made our own fun. We weren’t ever bored for long.”

“This makes more sense to me,” says Jonas, “I had a feeling there was more to you than what you have told me.”

“Jude, I can’t believe you haven’t been sharing your hilarious stories. I swear to God, he’s gotten up to the funniest things. There was never a dull moment when we were growing up.”

“Yeah, we had a lot of fun, alright. We were really stupid kids.”

“We’re still stupid kids, what are you on about?” Jen grabs Jonas’ arm again while she giggles into her sleeve. “Did you know Jude got suspended from school twice?”

“Twice?” He echoes. “For what?”

“Right, okay,” I protest. “One was for fighting. That was bad. I’m not proud of it.”

“And the other was for starting a fire in the boys’ toilets.”

I glance at Astrid, who has something related to a smile on her lips, but it’s clear she’s confused, a small line forming between her brows. “Why would someone do that?” She wonders. “Was it on purpose?”

“No, no! It was a total accident,” Jen lets out a squawk of laughter before launching into the story. “So, set the scene, boys’ toilets, 2004…”

With dirty plates cleared and the dishwasher humming, we take our conversation to the little nook of Astrid’s studio apartment that closest resembles a living room. Our bodies are strewn around on big, soft, thrift shop furniture, where we talk and laugh until our bellies hurt. Jen wipes tears of laugher with the front of her t-shirt, legs thrown across Jonas as he tells us stories from his teen years, of ghost chilli peppers, and dirty mop water and stolen costumes from the theatre, painting an image of himself more mischievous and silly than the sensible man I’ve met, who reads the political column in the newspaper over his morning coffee. 

We have lost track of time, and the candle wax is making castles at the bases of Astrid’s brass candelabras. She is sitting politely while we throw ourselves about, howling with laughter, no longer at the stories, but at how silly we are being. Finding hilarity in our own hysteria. Giddy from it. At some relevant point, Jen shows Jonas a picture on her phone of the drawing I made for her bathroom door, and the laughter starts again. He shoves his knuckles into his eyes to stop the tears. “You misspelt it,” he wheezes. “The word toilet. It was on purpose?”

“Of course, like, what, we can’t speak English?” 

Astrid sighs, and examines her bare foot, rested against the coffee table. I present my hand to her, and she drops hers into it so I can massage it with my thumb. She gives me a humourless smile that doesn’t touch her eyes. “Are you tired?” I murmur.

“Yes, a bit.”

“Astrid,” Jen says, “I was actually wondering if you have any stories from school, sorry! I should have asked you earlier. As in, what’s the funniest thing that ever happened to you?”

She hesitates. 

“Or anyone, really. It doesn’t have to be you specifically, just, like, something you heard.”

“I can’t think of anything.”

“Surely there’s something,” I insist, though it’s hard for me to imagine Astrid at school. I attempt to conjure her at a desk, being told what to do by a teacher, sitting in a cafeteria eating a packed lunch, but I can’t. I can see a girl doing it, some faceless blonde girl, but not Astrid. She’s too sophisticated to have ever been in a school, with sticky linoleum flooring and bathroom stalls studded with chewing gum. This woman wasn’t born, but materialised one day, and has been swanning around Europe being mesmerising ever since. 

“What kind of school did you go to?” Jen says. “Mixed? Like, boys and girls?”

“Yeah.”

“I feel like there’s always a story about that. Like, in our school, someone got fingered in the science lab.”

“Well, that’s just disgusting.”

“I agree with you. Foul.”

We’re all smiling at her, nodding in encouragement, but she looks mildly irritated. At last, she sighs. “Someone once threw an eraser into the teacher’s coffee mug.”

A pause. 

“And then?” Jonas says.

“And then it splashed, and the teacher got coffee on her shirt.”

“Oh! That’s funny!” Jen leaps in. “God, I used to get tea down my uniform all the time. And then you’re there walking around all day with a stained shirt. So embarrassing.”

Astrid frowns. “Okay, well, I just don’t think my school was like your schools. Nobody was doing anything disruptive. We just had our classes, talked to friends and we went home. I don’t know why someone would want to cause such a fuss. It annoys everybody when some students are being so problematic.”

“Yeah, we were fairly annoying alright,” I say. “I suppose it really shows up the differences between places like Ireland and Denmark, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, I’m sure it was very nice to go to school there.” Jen gives her very best, warm smile, which Astrid does not return. I make a note to tell Jen it’s not personal later, that Astrid’s smiles are an extremely rare event. 

Astrid doesn't reply.

The smell of an extinguished candle drifts beneath my nose. I suddenly feel a bit awkward. 

“It’s kind of late.” I point out. ‘Maybe we should go.”

“Oh, yes, I’m tired,” she says. “I’d really like to go to bed.”

We get up and put on our coats, and as I bend to kiss her goodbye, she murmurs, “It was good of you to cook.”

“Anytime, love.”

“Good. You should do it more.”

“You think so?”

“Mm.”

“Then I will. Just tell me what you want and I'll make it.”

“I will.”

I kiss her cheek. “Goodnight. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Jude. Love you.”

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Wyatt: No, nothing needs seeing to today. Do what you want.

Ivan: Like, pretend t’be on vacation?

Wyatt: Yep, you’re all free to do whatever your heart desires today. Don’t waste it.

[SNORING]

Bruno: Bit early for a nap.

Ivan: He’s always noddin‘ off, havin’ insomnia must be shit.

Bruno: Agreed.

Ivan: He’s also hungover, and he owes me a tenner.

[PHONE RINGING]

Oscar: [snorts]

Bruno: Phone.

Oscar: What?

Ivan: That’s your phone.

...

Ivan: What’re y’gonna do today?

Bruno: Dunno.

Ivan: I think you should go n’ see-...

Bruno: No.

Ivan: What else are y’gonna do?

Bruno: [sighs] Why do you think I should?

Ivan: ‘Cause if you don’t, n’ he disappears again, you’re just gonna be back at square one with no closure. It’d probably be easier t’move on if you at least tried t’clear things up.

Alea: He’s right.

Bruno: [scoffs]

Ivan: Hah.

Bruno: I’ll think about it.

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Courtney: Happy birthday!

Oscar: [chuckles] That’s tomorrow, Cookie.

Courtney: Erm no. It’s past midnight here, so happy birthday.

Oscar: Hah, alright. Thanks.

Courtney: Are you gonna celebrate?

Oscar: No.

Courtney: [tuts] You’re terrible.

Oscar: So I’ve been told.

Courtney: What’s it like there? Have you had any time to get lost-.. sorry, I mean explore?

Oscar: Ha-ha, not yet. It’s humid as fuck though, you should see the state of my hair.

Courtney: Ohh, I love it when it goes all fuzzy. Send me a selfie!

Oscar: [laughs] Erm, no.

Courtney: Boo! I’d talk for longer, but it’s late n’ I have work in the morning.

Oscar: Get some sleep, I’ll talk to you soon.

Courtney: Night Oscy, love you lotsies.

Oscar: ...Love you more.

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The Don Diaries

While his son is at school, Don takes care of the farm. Matteo masterfully handles the petting of the animals, but Don does most of the feeding and cleaning.

While emptying out the chicken coop, Don finds an egg that might hatch. He decides to leave it, there's still room for a couple more hens.

He ponders the orb egg for a while. Dani is a city girl, she loved the penthouse. Would she ever be happy living on a farm?

Would she be happy living with him?

Don likes his freedom. Despite the size, there was something claustrophobic about the penthouse, but maybe Dani would feel isolated out here. And he can't go back in the cage.

A sudden shower of rain melts the thin layer of snow, confusing Woofer.

Don is also feeling restless. He's more nervous about the date tonight than he'd like to admit. Some womanizer he is. Woofer is happy to take him for a run to shake off the anxiety.

But first, he has to show the leash who's boss.

Then, they're off. Don is determined not to fuck up tonight. He just needs to be chill for once in his life, and not try to rush things.

Woofer can tell that Don is going through something. He's not sure what it is, but he knows he's helping. He always helps.

Back from the run, Woofer has learned that the fastest way to get Matteo back is to take a nap. And he hasn't slept for long before Matteo comes running home, eager to pet him.

Woofer knows he's not allowed to, but he can't help himself from licking Matteo's face. Surely Don will understand, Matteo has been gone for at least a lifetime!

Don helps Matteo with homework until the neighbour arrives to look after him, and then it's time for Don to get ready for the most important date of his life.

But Don has barely gotten into the shower before his phone goes off.

Typical.

Wait. Gina??

GINA I SWEAR I WILL DELETE YOUR MESSY ASS IF YOU KEEP THIS UP

Don has no time for her bullshit, though.

He's got a date. And you can die mad about it, Gina.

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Tommy: What the fuck happened?! I’ve been tryna call you all day... Is she okay? Why is she all beat up-... Oscar?!

Oscar: Gimmie a minute, Tom.

Tommy: I’ve been lookin’ everywhere, why didn’t y’call me? I was close t’callin’ the cops.

Oscar: ...

Tommy: What’s up with him? Kate, what happened?

Kate: Kian offered me a lift home, I shouldn’t have accepted...

Tommy: Who is Kian again?

Kate: Riona and Arturo’s son, the guy who works at Lucie’s. He was trying to sell me.

Tommy: What?

Kate: Oscar reckons they’re trafficking people.

Tommy: What the fuck.. Oscar?

Oscar: I’m trying to think!

Tommy: Screw thinkin’! Why’re we sat here?! We need t’go to the cops n’ tell them-...

Oscar: Except we can’t go to the police, Tommy!

Tommy: Why?!

Oscar: BECAUSE THEY’RE FUCKING IN ON IT!

Tommy: What are you talk-... Dude, are you okay?

Oscar: I can’t.. breathe.

Tommy: Y’probably havin’ a panic-...

Oscar: I KNOW!

Tommy: D’you want-...

Oscar: Just.. sort Kate out.

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TW: Birth, Blood, Death

Viscera: Are you doin' okay? Trace: My back and hips are killing me

V: Does it come in waves? T: Yeah... Viscera smiled, giving a soft chuckle and pulled is mate in close. V: Your sure about not wanting to go to the hospital? T: I don't want them touching me. V: Alright, It might take a while. I want you to stay by me and be as relaxed as possible.

V: I have something for you, I found a hole in the floor in the break room. I'mma go put the twins to bed first. T: Why do I want a hole? The fuck, Vis? V: Shush I'll show you in a minute.

T: YOUR GIVING ME A CAVE?? WHY IS THIS HERE?! It's so beautiful. V: I don't know, but I thought you'd like to have the baby here.

V: We need to get your hips moving to move things along. T: T....This hurts too much to fuck. V: Dork, I wanna slow dance!

T: Leave it to you to make this romantic

T: This is much better than a smelly hospital V: Good, hey how are you feeling? T: There's a lot of pressure V: Get changed and I'll give you a backrub

T: Everything hurts so much V: I know...I'm sorry

T: Ack! I'm so sorry! V: It's fine, baby's almost here

T: It's taking forever....fuck this hurts... V: You got this, I love you T: I love you too.....

T: I'm so tired.....let's try again tomorrow

V: NO NO NO YOU HAVE TO KEEP GOING! Now's not the time for playing pranks .......Trace??

V: Breathe damn it! Where's your fucking pulse?!

V: Hello! Oh you look just like your mother. Ah crap, what was it they wanted to name you?

V: Sonnet! That's right, our little song.

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