(boy girl, sitting on a bench in lamplight)
There's something else bothering you, isn’t there?
No, I’m fine.
No you’re not.
I tell you I am fine.
I’ll believe that when you can tell me how many fingers I am holding up.
Two.
No, I was holding up three.
No you weren’t.
Yes I was. Try again. How many fingers?
Two!
No, three again. Something's not right.
Well, there’s nothing wrong with my eyes.
Maybe not, but I know there’s something bothering you.
You’re right! YOU are bothering me.
I knew there was something.
I hate how you always think you know.
Like now?
Exactly! I'm leaving.
Then leave.
I can’t.
Why not?
Because I don’t know where to go.
Home?
No.
Why not?
I can’t tell you.
Well, you can come home with me.
Thank you.
Two fingers or three?
Just drop it.
What?
You got what you wanted, right?
What's that?
Me.