"Feelings?"
You said it, Dan.
"Uh..."
YOU. SAID. IT.
"You mean about me, right?"
BFUBESFUBDUVBJUBGUDSBIDIS DAN! NGINDSGINSGNSIDNIDSJIEJGIEJFKFNEI...
"No..."
JSFUEBJFBBF DAN! BDFJBAFBAEUBFUJEB STOP! UGSFUFBFBAIFIASBGIEBGI...
"You're shaking, Dan."
...
"Stalls...beep...lions..."
...
"Dan. What's wrong with you."
...
"What's wrong with me?"
It was a mistake.
"Yeah. You seem so-"
Let go, Dan. Let. Go.
"What is wrong with me. Tell me."
Show it.
"I was asking-"
BLOW.
"YOU THINK THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME?! DO YOU SEE A PERFECT PERSON!?"
SHOOT 'IM DOWN.
"Please, stop yelling. I'm just asking. There's nothing wrong with you."
NO.
"I'm sorry, Phil. I just-"
NO.
"It's okay. I still love you."
NO. NO. NO. NO.
"I..."
NO. DAN, NO.
"...love..."
NO. SCREAM, MAKE 'IM CRY.
"...you..."
DON'T SAY IT. DON'T SAY IT. DON'T SAY IT. DON'T SAY IT.
"...Phil..."
I'm done.
"Aw, Dan. Come sleep with me. It technically is OUR room now."
...
"Okay."