"Hello?"
"Bri-enne."
"Jaime? Is that you? What time is it?"
"202-555-0150"
"What?"
"That's your phone number."
"Yes, I know it's my phone number, Jaime-"
"You asked-"
"Did you call me at- oh, Gods- two a.m. just to-"
"I remember."
"You remember? Jaime, what are you talking about? Are you drunk?"
"Yeah, I thinks so. I've had a few shots, alright? Ok, maybe more than a few. But, listen, I have to tell you this. I remember."
"Ok, well, this would be a good time to tell me what the hell you remember."
"Your number. I still know it by heart."
"Oh. Jaime-"
"I haven't called you in over a year, I know, I know. But, I've thought about it. Every day."
"Jaime-"
"I just- I just wanted you to know that, ok?"
"Ok."
"I'll let you sleep, now."
"No, wait! Where are you? Are you at a bar?"
"Yeah, I am, but-"
"You sound pretty wasted, Jaime. Maybe I should pick you up and take you home."
"It's ok, seriously. Don't worry. I'm with-"
"Oh, you- you aren't, I mean... You-you went out with someone?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
"I came with Tyrion, alright?. The little bastard dragged me here, so he's responsible for my well-being now."
"Oh, ok. Mmm, yeah. But, maybe-"
"Brienne, we're not dating anymore, you don't have to do this. Don't worry, really. We'll be heading home soon. Go back to sleep."
"Ok, yeah. Ok."
"I'm sorry I woke you up."
"Well, I'm- I'm not, Jaime. It's been good to hear your- I mean, from you... even if you are, currently, under the influence."
"Yeah, it's been good your voice, too. Perhaps, we could do this, you know, now and then. Talk, I mean. Not the drunk dial-"
"Yes, I get it. Ok, yeah. It-it'd be nice."
"Ok?"
"I'll call you. We can go out for coffee or something, if you like."
"That'd be awesome, yeah."
"Ok, then."
"Good night."
"Good night."
"Brienne?"
"Yes, Jaime?"
"You know, I'm not that wasted. I'm gonna remember this in the morning."
"You better."