"...and so I told Sid, listen, darling, you may be a zombie now but there's no way we're having a graveyard in my own garden. I mean, he's dead, but that doesn't mean he shouldn't try to be sensitive, you know? And then he had the nerve to ... Justin, are you even listening?"
"Um, sorry. You were saying?"
"... You are doing it again."
"Doing what?"
"Spacing out, looking at nothing. Smiling that weird little smile. That's the third time since Tuesday."
"So?"
"So? It's really unlike you, that's all. Since when do you smile like that?
"Why, is this bothering you? I didn't thought a friendly facial expression was a reason for concern. I'm following perfectly common social conventions, you know."
"It's just ... strange, the way you've been acting lately."
"It isn't. I smile all the time. I'm the friendly, approachable face of the law. Will you please stop staring at me like that?"
"... Justin."
"What?"
"Tell me it isn't what I think it is."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Please, please tell me you're not...crushing on that guy?"
"..."
"..."
"Alas, Nygus, I can't understand a word you're saying! Woe is me! May I suggest you visit an speech therapist? Until then, thanks for the meal, my dear, see you around!"
"Hey! I know you can lip-read, you little shit, don't you dare walk away on me like that! Hey! Justin! We're not done here!"
