"This is a joke, right? When did you kiss me?"
"I drove you home from my parents after the barbecue because you were too drunk to drive."
"I don't remember that."
"That isn't surprising. You drank the entire bottle that you brought."
"Why would you kiss me?"
She shrugs, "Because you're safe."
Buck furrows his brow, "What?!"
"You're not a threat. I just wanted to prove to you that I wasn't a child."
"I'm sorry that I don't remember."
"You told me that I shouldn't kiss you."
"That definitely sounds like something I would say."
He pushes her away gently, and he shifts into a seated position on the couch.
"May, I know you're an adult. You have nothing to prove to me. You shouldn't kiss me. Your parents will kill me."
"I don't need their approval. I am tired of needing approval for everything I do. I just want to do what I want once in a while without thinking about the consequences."
"That is a really slippery slope."
"I'm not sure I should be taking advice from someone who just drowned his sorrows in a bottle of tequila."
"I just want someone who means nothing to me. Not nothing. I just want someone who I can walk away from, and not feel bad about it."
"My therapist's card is in the drawer in the kitchen. I think you should look into seeing someone, professionally."
"I take it that you didn't heed my advice."
"I did. I actually called the next day, and she was accepting new patients. I've been seeing her for a while now."
"Is it helping?"
"She is helping me a lot, but unfortunately the damage has already been done. Not only am I in a really difficult situation, but I've hurt people I care about."
"I'm sure that all of this can be sorted out."
"I'm worried that it can't be sorted out easily."
"What do you mean?"
"I need a sample of your DNA."
"What?!"
"I was totally sober, and I put you in an impossible situation."
"Are you telling me that we had sex?"
"Yes."
"No. No, I don't remember that."
She attempts to cool off. She reaches down, and unlaces Buck's shoes. She tosses them on the floor.
"You should go," he suggests.
"Okay," she leans forward, to pull the blanket off the back of the couch.
"Thanks for making sure I got home safely."
"You put my watch on the end table," he rubs his temples.
"Yeah."
"And then you kissed me again," his memory starts rolling back.
"Right."
"And then you started undressing me?"
"Again, yes."
"No, no, no. May why would you initiate that?"
"Because I was on a bender of self-sabotage."
"This cannot be happening."
May reaches into the pocket of her hooded sweatshirt, and pulls out a photo. "I assure you that it is."
He anxiously rubs his jaw with his thumb, "That was…"
"Four and a half months ago."
"And you're just now saying something? This is a nightmare. I am a dead man."
"You didn't initiate any of this. I am responsible for pushing you too far."
"I should have stopped it."
"We can't take it back."
"Are you going to have this baby?"
She shrugs, "I don't know. I have no idea what I want."
"Don't let any of my thoughts, or feelings sway your decision."
"I'm not sure if I want this. Undoubtedly, I'm not ready for it. I can see by the look in your eyes that you're pissed, and not just because I crossed a line, but because you're tormented by how much you do want this."
"None of it matters, because when Athena finds out she'll put a bullet in my head."
"She doesn't have to."
"How could she not?"
"Since I'm already in this deep what is a few more acts of deception?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I could say that I'm going on a study abroad opportunity. It would buy some time."
"And then what?"
"I can grant her safe passage, and you get to be a dad. I'll come back, and pretend that nothing ever happened."
"For how long? You can't keep that up forever."
"I am not ready to be someone's mom. I just turned twenty one."
"I know."
"For whatever reason I can't bring myself to end this whole situation."
"That is becoming more apparent."
"I am so sorry for all of this. I never meant to hurt anyone."