Connor, in a long silk robe, is sitting in his favorite chair. A magazine is on his lap but he is staring vacantly into the loft. He seems lost in the vast space. Jude is pacing back and forth. There is a melancholy look in his eyes.
"Why can't you hear me, Connor? I need you."
Suddenly the bell rings. Connor jumps. He walks over to the intercom. Connor's finger is on the intercom. He seems unsettled, but he answers anyway.
"Who's there?" Connor asks.
"Hey Connor, it's Noah. Can I come up for a little bit please?"
Jude freezes. Connor is surprised. He hesitates a moment and then pushes the buzzer to let him in. He can hear Noah bounding up the stairs.
"Don't open it, babe. He's a goddamn murderer!"
A few moments later, there is a knock. Connor opens the door. Noah seems buoyant, almost celebratory. He has a bag of food in his hand. He is still in a suit and tie.
"Hi, Con. How are you doing?" Noah greets as he hugs Connor.
"I'm doing the best with what I've got, Noah. How's everything going at work?" Connor asks as he pulls away from Noah.
"Everything is going well but I have to say man, we all miss you man."
"Hopefully when I'm in the right state of mind, I'll be back at work very soon. How are you man?"
"I'm fine, thanks. I know it's late. I'm sorry to disturb you. I felt bad about last night. This supernatural stuff just makes me so uncomfortable. I don't even read horoscopes at all."
"Don't worry about it, Noah. It's okay."
"No, it's not okay, Connor. You needed me to hear you, and I didn't. I was so wrong. I want you to know that I'm your friend, Con." Noah says with a wide smile.
"You were never our friend, you lowlife, scum sucking, sick fuck." Jude tells him.
"Hey, I brought you some Japanese apple pears and some Chinese food. I know you like them."
"Oh, Noah! You didn't have to do that at all. That's so sweet of you to do that."
"I don't mind at all. That's what friends are for right?"
"Right." Connor agrees.
"Listen, can I come in for a minute? I won't stay long. I've had one of those days. Maybe a cup of coffee?"
"No, Con! Don't do it! Don't let him in!" Jude tells him.
"Sure. Come on in." Connor says, happy to have some company to distract him from the terrible day he's having.
