"I think we should call a truce."
"A truce?"
"Yeah. I'm tired of fighting you. Aren't you tired?"
"Exhausted."
"Then a truce seems in order."
"I suppose it does, Commander."
"Why do I get the feeling this won't end?"
"Because we're us."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning we're two very different people. We're going to argue. A lot. A truce won't change that."
"I came here for you."
"You came for your son."
"Him too."
"Hmm."
"Don't believe me?"
"Not really."
"We can't even agree on that."
"Nope."
"We'll just have to agree to disagree then."
"That we can do."
They both smiled.