if you see jameson monroe, tell him jesse's looking for him.
and I need to tell you that I'm sorry but it's just too late.
some men need inspiration
and other men just need to be laid.
And I love you,
And I love you.
That wouldn’t be imposing, not at all. Because I miss you, I really do… it’d be nice to have a warm body that close. I would feel, I dunno… never mind. It’s stupid.
Really? Thanks, love. I’m glad the feeling is mutual.
You’re kidding me, right, love? You’re absurd if you think I’ll imagine anything you say is stupid. I miss you too, though, so much. What were you going to say? You’d feel…?
I love you and your British talk… and I would hate, hate to be the reason you lose your job. I’ll stay away. I don’t even like Kamikaze Pizza. But… if you ever need it, you can come stay with me, you know? Like… uh, old times.
Really? Well… you give me a reason to think I will be able to smile again.
Oh, no, I wouldn’t ever want to impose upon you like that, love. I’m managing alright. For now, at least. …I do miss the old times, though. You and I, back in the bungalow… spending our days and nights together, sharing the sheets. I miss that terribly. Even if you were a blanket stealer.
If anyone could make me smile in this hell of a place, it’d be you.
Well… I don’t want you getting yelled at or anything. It’s not fair. But, I guess if you want me to leave it alone, I will. I wouldn’t wanna cause any extra problems for you. By the way, you look exceedingly handsome - especially for a man with a damaged face.
Unfortunately, I think any further mention on the subject - from you or me or anyone, really - might lose me my job. The boss isn’t much of a fan of me anyway, I feel like he’d jump at any opportunity to make me redundant. And normally I wouldn’t be opposed to leaving a bumfuck job at a shitty pizza place, but I’m scraping by on rent as is, y’know? Couldn’t afford to lose it.
…you’re the only reason I miss smiling, by the way. Little things like that, they make me wish I could still smile at you. With you. You’re sweet.
Your boss is an idiot… I should have a couple words with him.
Don’t waste your breath, love. He’s really not worth it. Don’t even worry your pretty little head about it, yeah?
Aw, maybe you should take a nap… and forget your boss. Who even sees you?
Aside from him? I don’t know. Nobody. None of the customers, at least. But that was irrelevant apparently. He was spewing something about responsibility and how I’m setting a horrid example for the rest of his employees. Ah, well.