"Hi."
"…"
"Still mad huh?"
"What do you think?"
"I said I was sorry."
"Oh yeah cause that made me feel better. You can't just say something like that and then try to cover it up with an apology."
"But Roger I-"
"I kinda don't want to hear it Mark."
"Fine. I'll be out filming, if you even care."
"…Mark!"
"Yeah?"
"Why did you even say it? If you didn't mean it?"
"What are you talking about?"
"If you don't really love me…like that…why would you say you did?"
"Are you high or something?"
"What the fuck man? No I'm not high, it's a legitimate question."
"But it isn't. Roger I meant every word I said that day. I only apologized later because…well…I thought you were freaked out."
"Why would I have been freaked out?"
"Because you stared at me with your mouth hanging open for five minutes after I said it."
"Oh that was me being in shock. You've known me for twelve years and you can't tell the difference between my in shock face and my freaking out face? Jeez, it's no wonder you never realized it."
"Never realized what?"
"That I've loved you since junior year, you dolt."
"Really?"
"Duh."
"Then why didn't you ever say anything? Why did you go out with all those girls since high sch-mmph!"
"You talk too much Mark."
"And you're a fucking amazing kisser. I'm sorry if I made you feel bad."
"Eh, forget it. Just let me keep kissing you and we're all good."
"I can do that."