"Logan…? Logan, what are you doing?"
"Nothing, Jules! Nothing! Go back to practicing your lines."
"Can I smell something burning?"
"NO!"
"Okay…"
BANG.
"Logan! Are you okay, what's happened?"
"Nothing, nothing, I'm fine, don't come in!"
"What was that bang?"
"It was, uh… I just knocked something over."
"I'm coming in."
"NO! Get back to work!"
"Okay…"
"Uh, Jules?"
"Yes, Lo?"
"Don't freak out, but can you just tell me what you're supposed to do when you accidentally burn your finger on, say, uh, something?"
"Shit. I'm coming in."
"NO! Just, just two more minutes okay?"
"Oh for the love of God, okay. Run your finger under cold water for ten minutes."
"You can come in in twelve minutes, then. Thanks, Jules."
"Mhm."
"Jules are you busy right now?"
"Are you about to tell me why you've locked yourself in our bedroom for the last hour and a half?"
"Maybe?"
"I'm not busy."
"Okay close your eyes. Hold out your hands. And, open."
"… Did you make this?"
"Yeah. I just made it out of some wood I found downstairs, and I painted it and stuck these decorations and stuff on. The hot glue gun wasn't my best friend though. It's a memory box, see? You put photos and notes and whatever else you want in it, so that when you go away to film or record stuff, you just take this box with you. . So you don't forget me."
"How could I ever forget you? I pined after you for three years before I said anything, and it's been another three years since then."
"I just wanted to make sure."
"Oh, Lo. I love you."
"Love you too, Jules."