cabs, nightlife, a few pedestrians
—Is this a good time to talk about our trust issues?
—For the hundredth time, no.
—I just know you can’t always be there for me, even if you’d like to.
—Hold on, for fuck’s sake!
—I’m afraid of holding on too tight, you know? Smothering you?
—Oh god, we’ve stalled.
—Actually, I think we’re making real headway.