all alone in charlie's room. i have palpitations in weird places. his cologne, his untied shoes, his photos from when he had braces... he's on zoloft! i'd have never guessed. that's a relief. wait. why am i relieved that he's depressed? and more importantly... what's the deal with the need i feel to try on all his rings, compare the sizes of our hands, and go through all his things, take my shoes off, lay back on his bed, and kick my feet up and down, then roll around, and breathe in the detergent on his sheets? it's floral, but it's amber, and it's sultry, and it's comforting it's sweaty, and it's kind of sweet, and... oh my god, what's wrong with me. when i hear you say my name, i feel like it belongs to me at last. do you know that you're to blame for righting all these wrongs in me at last? i can hear the truth so loudly, i can't stop the ringing in my ears. i don't want the spotlight, charlie. i don't want your pity on me. help me, charlie. fuck you, charlie. i don't know what i want from you, charlie. aaaaaaaaaah. aaaaaah. so much color in my face. it looks like several rainbows vomited. that's a pretty pillowcase. does he embroider like my mama did? why did i notice something dumb like that? i don't notice things about people's bedrooms! i just pet their cat until it's time to leave. but charlie, i don't want to leave, for reasons that i can't explain. i'm dangling on a precipice. one move and my whole life could change. when i hear you say my name, i feel like it belongs to me at last. do you know that you're to blame for righting all these wrongs in me at last? i can hear the truth so loudly, i can't stop the ringing in my ears. i don't want the spotlight, charlie. i don't want their pity on me. help me, charlie. save me, charlie. fuck me, charlie. I MEAN-- FUCK YOU CHARLIE! all i know is that i want you, charlie. all i know is that i want you, charlie. aaaaaaaaaah. all i know is that i want you.

all alone in charlie's room. i have palpitations in weird places. his cologne, his untied shoes, his photos from when he had braces... he's on zoloft! i'd have never guessed. that's a relief. wait. why am i relieved that he's depressed? and more importantly... what's the deal with the need i feel to try on all his rings, compare the sizes of our hands, and go through all his things, take my shoes off, lay back on his bed, and kick my feet up and down, then roll around, and breathe in the detergent on his sheets? it's floral, but it's amber, and it's sultry, and it's comforting it's sweaty, and it's kind of sweet, and... oh my god, what's wrong with me. when i hear you say my name, i feel like it belongs to me at last. do you know that you're to blame for righting all these wrongs in me at last? i can hear the truth so loudly, i can't stop the ringing in my ears. i don't want the spotlight, charlie. i don't want your pity on me. help me, charlie. fuck you, charlie. i don't know what i want from you, charlie. aaaaaaaaaah. aaaaaah. so much color in my face. it looks like several rainbows vomited. that's a pretty pillowcase. does he embroider like my mama did? why did i notice something dumb like that? i don't notice things about people's bedrooms! i just pet their cat until it's time to leave. but charlie, i don't want to leave, for reasons that i can't explain. i'm dangling on a precipice. one move and my whole life could change. when i hear you say my name, i feel like it belongs to me at last. do you know that you're to blame for righting all these wrongs in me at last? i can hear the truth so loudly, i can't stop the ringing in my ears. i don't want the spotlight, charlie. i don't want their pity on me. help me, charlie. save me, charlie. fuck me, charlie. I MEAN-- FUCK YOU CHARLIE! all i know is that i want you, charlie. all i know is that i want you, charlie. aaaaaaaaaah. all i know is that i want you.

charlie, it's me. charlie it's raleigh waechter from across the street. aw, geez. i'm not ready to remember. not because i hate you! or because it's not amazing and a total trip to see you, 'cause i'm psyched! it's just weird and unexpected, reconciling with the past, i'm flabbergasted, talking to you as a man. your average ordinary man. am i a cool and sexy man? you called me sir... i mean, it's sad with all our childhood history that i'm a mystery to you now, but regarded as a mister nonetheless, so i guess it's plain to see how it's so tempting and so shiny... i'm the worst. but i'm so happy i could burst. memories of you, singing regina spektor, pirouetting on the lawn. and it breaks my hea-a-a-art, that all my thoughts of you get muddled up with dumb old pre-teen grossness that's a bummer to remember. please forgive me, 'cause i'm grateful for that summer, but i may just throw out raleigh, tell some little tiny whoppers, take the leap of faith and just be rae. rae who never bound his chest with tape. rae who wasn't hungry and as thin as paper. i'm sorry for withholding all my gratitude to you for changing my whole attitude regarding who i am, and why nothing felt quite right. i've finally started up my life. because of you, even when i didn't know, i knew. you were bold. you always told the truth and breathed much easier for it. while i coughed and wheezed and tried my darnedest to ignore it. but you told me to explore it, so i took my cross and bore it. you never go halfway, and i won't either. raleigh's gone, and now i'm rae. maybe i'm the worst. but i'm so happy i could burst. so happy i could burst.

lyrics: charlie, it's me. charlie it's raleigh waechter from across the street. aw, geez. i'm not ready to remember. not because i hate you! or because it's not amazing and a total trip to see you, 'cause i'm psyched! it's just weird and unexpected, reconciling with the past, i'm flabbergasted, talking to you as a man. your average ordinary man. am i a cool and sexy man? you called me sir... i mean, it's sad with all our childhood history that i'm a mystery to you now, but regarded as a mister nonetheless, so i guess it's plain to see how it's so tempting and so shiny... i'm the worst. but i'm so happy i could burst. memories of you, singing regina spektor, pirouetting on the lawn. and it breaks my hea-a-a-art, that all my thoughts of you get muddled up with dumb old pre-teen grossness that's a bummer to remember. please forgive me, 'cause i'm grateful for that summer, but i may just throw out raleigh, tell some little tiny whoppers, take the leap of faith and just be rae. rae who never bound his chest with tape. rae who wasn't hungry and as thin as paper. i'm sorry for withholding all my gratitude to you for changing my whole attitude regarding who i am, and why nothing felt quite right. i've finally started up my life. because of you, even when i didn't know, i knew. you were bold. you always told the truth and breathed much easier for it. while i coughed and wheezed and tried my darnedest to ignore it. but you told me to explore it, so i took my cross and bore it. you never go halfway, and i won't either. raleigh's gone, and now i'm rae. maybe i'm the worst. but i'm so happy i could burst. so happy i could burst.

i don’t really know what’s right, i just guess and hope it falls into place. hell if i know where to put the canned corn. would’ve given kait a fright this morning, when i fell right on my face. whacked my head in the shower, but i’m not dizzy anymore. i’m sure it’s fine, no need to panic. in an hour, i’ll think, why was i griping to begin with? god, colleen, it’s not that deep. when i get home, i’ll have a wank, watch bakeathon, and fall asleep… ’til then, i’ll keep on keeping on, oh, i’ll just keep on, keep on keeping on. i just kept turning up the water hotter and hotter, bit by bit, ’til it all went black. and if you hadn’t left for work when you did, you’d have seen me, ass naked and ashamed, and worst of all, you wouldn’t have laughed. you love to feel responsible when i don’t notice things till it’s too late. and i guess i never planned my life for two. you’re so keen to witness every little stupid thing i do, and i’m grateful, god, i am, but, have we lost ourselves in moments that are… fictional, or maybe meant for someone else? but, god, i love you. i don’t love the weight of your heart in my hands, but, i love you, from your hope to your flaws to your plans. senior prom, i felt the urge to kiss so many men, to prove something or other to myself. to the girls insisting my place solely lied with them, while something guilty festered. i sat firmly on the fence. to them, i was the model of somebody who had learned to love my lot. figured it all out in school, came out at just fourteen. shouted to the world that i loved women, where the L word was a taunt. but it just ricocheted, because the L word wasn’t me. and I see all these think pieces penned by other bi girls, fighting to be seen, crying, no, we’re not divided or confused… but where, then, is my place? ‘cause now i shout it to the world, i love women, men, and all that fall in between, but still, i ache when I can’t see the future in one face. i can’t outrun the feeling something more is going on. it’s not pain… but every moment feels a little wrong. i’d chase it, i’d investigate, i’d change, if i were strong. but i just keep on keeping on, oh, i just keep on keeping on… i just keep on keeping on, oh, i just keep on keeping on, i just keep on keeping, keeping… (spoken, talking to herself.) oh my god, do i seriously have to get on the ladder right now? whoever bought up all the garbanzo beans, your mom’s a hoe. MATT: that would be me. COLLEEN: matt! (she startles and falls off the ladder, twisting her ankle and then looking rather… injured on the floor.) MATT: oh my god. oh my god i’m so sorry. COLLEEN: i’m fiiiiine. MATT: oh my god, can you stand? oh, shit, your ankle. COLLEEN: it’s fine… MATT: colleen, it’s turning purple, look at it. COLLEEN: i’d… rather not… MATT: oh my god, your eye… COLLEEN: oh, that’s… actually from earlier. MATT: colleen, what the fuck? COLLEEN: don’t fucking judge me, okay? MATT: i’m not judging you, i’m—… i’m just… (laughs) COLLEEN: (laughing.) fuck you! MATT: i am driving you to a clinic, though. COLLEEN: (protesting.) oh, come on! MATT: i know, you hate me, i’d be the same way if it were me. just… please… bear with me. COLLEEN: jesus christ… MATT: c’mere, i’ll help you up. COLLEEN: (she scoffs a bit happily.) (sung) i just keep on keeping, keeping on.

i don’t really know what’s right, i just guess and hope it falls into place. hell if i know where to put the canned corn. would’ve given kait a fright this morning, when i fell right on my face. whacked my head in the shower, but i’m not dizzy anymore. i’m sure it’s fine, no need to panic. in an hour, i’ll think, why was i griping to begin with? god, colleen, it’s not that deep. when i get home, i’ll have a wank, watch bakeathon, and fall asleep… ’til then, i’ll keep on keeping on, oh, i’ll just keep on, keep on keeping on. i just kept turning up the water hotter and hotter, bit by bit, ’til it all went black. and if you hadn’t left for work when you did, you’d have seen me, ass naked and ashamed, and worst of all, you wouldn’t have laughed. you love to feel responsible when i don’t notice things till it’s too late. and i guess i never planned my life for two. you’re so keen to witness every little stupid thing i do, and i’m grateful, god, i am, but, have we lost ourselves in moments that are… fictional, or maybe meant for someone else? but, god, i love you. i don’t love the weight of your heart in my hands, but, i love you, from your hope to your flaws to your plans. senior prom, i felt the urge to kiss so many men, to prove something or other to myself. to the girls insisting my place solely lied with them, while something guilty festered. i sat firmly on the fence. to them, i was the model of somebody who had learned to love my lot. figured it all out in school, came out at just fourteen. shouted to the world that i loved women, where the L word was a taunt. but it just ricocheted, because the L word wasn’t me. and I see all these think pieces penned by other bi girls, fighting to be seen, crying, no, we’re not divided or confused… but where, then, is my place? ‘cause now i shout it to the world, i love women, men, and all that fall in between, but still, i ache when I can’t see the future in one face. i can’t outrun the feeling something more is going on. it’s not pain… but every moment feels a little wrong. i’d chase it, i’d investigate, i’d change, if i were strong. but i just keep on keeping on, oh, i just keep on keeping on… i just keep on keeping on, oh, i just keep on keeping on, i just keep on keeping, keeping… (spoken, talking to herself.) oh my god, do i seriously have to get on the ladder right now? whoever bought up all the garbanzo beans, your mom’s a hoe. MATT: that would be me. COLLEEN: matt! (she startles and falls off the ladder, twisting her ankle and then looking rather… injured on the floor.) MATT: oh my god. oh my god i’m so sorry. COLLEEN: i’m fiiiiine. MATT: oh my god, can you stand? oh, shit, your ankle. COLLEEN: it’s fine… MATT: colleen, it’s turning purple, look at it. COLLEEN: i’d… rather not… MATT: oh my god, your eye… COLLEEN: oh, that’s… actually from earlier. MATT: colleen, what the fuck? COLLEEN: don’t fucking judge me, okay? MATT: i’m not judging you, i’m—… i’m just… (laughs) COLLEEN: (laughing.) fuck you! MATT: i am driving you to a clinic, though. COLLEEN: (protesting.) oh, come on! MATT: i know, you hate me, i’d be the same way if it were me. just… please… bear with me. COLLEEN: jesus christ… MATT: c’mere, i’ll help you up. COLLEEN: (she scoffs a bit happily.) (sung) i just keep on keeping, keeping on.

(COLLEEN is working at the grocery store, stocking the shelves with cans of corn. she’s mildly concussed.) i don’t really know what’s right, i just guess and hope it falls into place. hell if i know where to put the canned corn. would’ve given kait a fright this morning, when i fell right on my face. whacked my head in the shower, but i’m not dizzy anymore. i’m sure it’s fine, no need to panic. in an hour, i’ll think, why was i griping to begin with? god, colleen, it’s not that deep. when i get home, i’ll have a wank, watch bakeathon, and fall asleep… ’til then, i’ll keep on keeping on, oh, i’ll just keep on, keep on keeping on. i just kept turning up the water hotter and hotter, bit by bit, ’til it all went black. and if you hadn’t left for work when you did, you’d have seen me, ass naked and ashamed, and worst of all, you wouldn’t have laughed. you love to feel responsible when i don’t notice things till it’s too late. and i guess i never planned my life for two. you’re so keen to witness every little stupid thing i do, and i’m grateful, god, i am, but, have we lost ourselves in moments that are… fictional, or maybe meant for someone else? but, god, i love you. i don’t love the weight of your heart in my hands, but, i love you, from your hope to your flaws to your plans. senior prom, i felt the urge to kiss so many men, to prove something or other to myself. to the girls insisting my place solely lied with them, while something guilty festered. i sat firmly on the fence. to them, i was the model of somebody who had learned to love my lot. figured it all out in school, came out at just fourteen. shouted to the world that i loved women, where the L word was a taunt. but it just ricocheted, because the L word wasn’t me. and I see all these think pieces penned by other bi girls, fighting to be seen, crying, no, we’re not divided or confused… but where, then, is my place? ‘cause now i shout it to the world, i love women, men, and all that fall in between, but still, i ache when I can’t see the future in one face. i can’t outrun the feeling something more is going on. it’s not pain… but every moment feels a little wrong. i’d chase it, i’d investigate, i’d change, if i were strong. but i just keep on keeping on, oh, i just keep on keeping on… i just keep on keeping on, oh, i just keep on keeping on, i just keep on keeping, keeping… (spoken, talking to herself.) oh my god, do i seriously have to get on the ladder right now? whoever bought up all the garbanzo beans, your mom’s a hoe. MATT: that would be me. COLLEEN: matt! (she startles and falls off the ladder, twisting her ankle and then looking rather… injured on the floor.) MATT: oh my god. oh my god i’m so sorry. COLLEEN: i’m fiiiiine. MATT: oh my god, can you stand? oh, shit, your ankle. COLLEEN: it’s fine… MATT: colleen, it’s turning purple, look at it. COLLEEN: i’d… rather not… MATT: oh my god, your eye… COLLEEN: oh, that’s… actually from earlier. MATT: colleen, what the fuck? COLLEEN: don’t fucking judge me, okay? MATT: i’m not judging you, i’m—… i’m just… (laughs) COLLEEN: (laughing.) fuck you! MATT: i am driving you to a clinic, though. COLLEEN: (protesting.) oh, come on! MATT: i know, you hate me, i’d be the same way if it were me. just… please… bear with me. COLLEEN: jesus christ… MATT: c’mere, i’ll help you up. COLLEEN: (she scoffs a bit happily.) (sung) i just keep on keeping, keeping on.

"vera, vera, vera, vera, oh my god, she's at it again," they say. making the worst decisions, always. "vera, vera, vera, vera, oh my god, what's on the agenda today?" only the worst decisions, always. always. (spoken) this fucking guy. MOVE!! (guy in car: fuck u, mean hot lady) ... okay, no, breathe. (stuck in traffic, vera scrolls mindlessly on her phone. her girlfriends' engagement photos show up on her timeline. she stares for a moment, conflicted. she puts her phone down, not particularly wanting to look at it anymore. she takes a big sip of her smoothie. she looks faux-content, until her face starts to contort.) bleugh. this fucking smoothie tastes like ass. artemis from yoga class was tripping balls when she said, "try this protein add-in, you won't notice it at all!" bullshit. nothing's going to improve. not my sex life or my moods. hereditary drug abuse kinda usurps all the merits of a juice cleanse. god, the shit that worked before is not working anymore. who needs recovery, when you're everybody's entertainment, everything they never want to be? i tried to learn some tact, clean up my tired act. but even sober, i'm still late. what does it matter, though? they love me 'cause they can't relate. tonight, i'm going out and getting spun. 'cause if i never get better, i'll go out giving the people what they want. aaaAAAAAAAAAAAeeeyAaha-a-huh. if i never get better, better, better, better, bah-baaauh. "vera, vera, vera, vera, oh my god, she's at it again," they say. making the worst decisions, always. "vera, vera, vera, vera, oh my god, what's on the agenda today?" only the worst decisions, always, always, always, always, alwaaaaaaaaaaays always.

"vera, vera, vera, vera, oh my god, she's at it again," they say. making the worst decisions, always. "vera, vera, vera, vera, oh my god, what's on the agenda today?" only the worst decisions, always. always. (spoken) this fucking guy. MOVE!! (guy in car: fuck u, mean hot lady) ... okay, no, breathe. (stuck in traffic, vera scrolls mindlessly on her phone. her girlfriends' engagement photos show up on her timeline. she stares for a moment, conflicted. she puts her phone down, not particularly wanting to look at it anymore. she takes a big sip of her smoothie. she looks faux-content, until her face starts to contort.) bleugh. this fucking smoothie tastes like ass. artemis from yoga class was tripping balls when she said, "try this protein add-in, you won't notice it at all!" bullshit. nothing's going to improve. not my sex life or my moods. hereditary drug abuse kinda usurps all the merits of a juice cleanse. god, the shit that worked before is not working anymore. who needs recovery, when you're everybody's entertainment, everything they never want to be? i tried to learn some tact, clean up my tired act. but even sober, i'm still late. what does it matter, though? they love me 'cause they can't relate. tonight, i'm going out and getting spun. 'cause if i never get better, i'll go out giving the people what they want. aaaAAAAAAAAAAAeeeyAaha-a-huh. if i never get better, better, better, better, bah-baaauh. "vera, vera, vera, vera, oh my god, she's at it again," they say. making the worst decisions, always. "vera, vera, vera, vera, oh my god, what's on the agenda today?" only the worst decisions, always, always, always, always, alwaaaaaaaaaaays always.

MATT: you can laugh if you want, 'cause it's hilarious. i was sitting on the couch, just trying to live vicariously through some bad reality TV. my appliances tend to be precarious. but repairmen are just quacks that you pay to pee all over the seat. i can fuck it up myself for free. i knew my microwave was sparking, but i get the munchies after dark and i just had to put some popcorn in. i'd left my wallet in the car and ran outside to grab it just in case some infomercial rationalized my spending habits. then, the moment that i finally found it under the seat, i heard the running and the children screaming... i turn around and everything's on fire because of me. and no one's dead but they probably wanna die because of me. 'cause i'm that guy that made some popcorn in the middle of the night. left it there to stealthily ignite and ruin everybody's lives. COLLEEN: it wasn't your fault, you know. MATT: i know it wasn't... it's just so fucked how you can make a singular choice without thinking about it and change somebody else's life forever. COLLEEN: yeah... i know about that. but you have every right to be upset about your own shit right now. MATT: colleen... i don't give a shit about my own shit right now. MATT (cont.): how is it that i live and work alone and i'm still lethal? i've taken care to stay out of the way of other people. i thought that if i only left my home to buy my groceries, everything would be so simple, 'cause i don't get lonely except for when i do. (to COLLEEN.) i turn on the tv and think of you. (to KAIT.) the-- the two of you! MATT: i, uh, i think about the both of you a lot, because... i think you're... both really cool. ... i do. MATT (cont.): i watched my safe place burn and felt no pain for what i'd lost. only shame, for all the needless pain i knew i'd caused. it's so fucking sick, but i feel a bit like i got what i wanted. i'll gladly lose it all if it's a sign that something's finally started. something bigger than my TV screen and cum-stained chair. that godforsaken bachelor pad can go to hell for all i care. it took a popcorn fire for me to finally realize it's time to see through my own eyes and own up that i don't wanna be alone forever. i don't wanna be alone forever. (KAIT looks like she could burst with sympathy, and the wheels in her head start to turn.) KAIT: (genuine, impulsive.) why don't you stay with us for a bit? COLLEEN: (double-taking.) what? MATT: ...are you... are you sure? COLLEEN: (smiling, surprised at KAIT's spontaneity) yeah, are you? KAIT: (to MATT.) i mean, yeah! if you want to. (after a moment, MATT nods and wraps an arm around each of them, pulling them in close.) MATT: i don't wanna be alone forever.

MATT: you can laugh if you want, 'cause it's hilarious. i was sitting on the couch, just trying to live vicariously through some bad reality TV. my appliances tend to be precarious. but repairmen are just quacks that you pay to pee all over the seat. i can fuck it up myself for free. i knew my microwave was sparking, but i get the munchies after dark and i just had to put some popcorn in. i'd left my wallet in the car and ran outside to grab it just in case some infomercial rationalized my spending habits. then, the moment that i finally found it under the seat, i heard the running and the children screaming... i turn around and everything's on fire because of me. and no one's dead but they probably wanna die because of me. 'cause i'm that guy that made some popcorn in the middle of the night. left it there to stealthily ignite and ruin everybody's lives. COLLEEN: it wasn't your fault, you know. MATT: i know it wasn't... it's just so fucked how you can make a singular choice without thinking about it and change somebody else's life forever. COLLEEN: yeah... i know about that. but you have every right to be upset about your own shit right now. MATT: colleen... i don't give a shit about my own shit right now. MATT (cont.): how is it that i live and work alone and i'm still lethal? i've taken care to stay out of the way of other people. i thought that if i only left my home to buy my groceries, everything would be so simple, 'cause i don't get lonely except for when i do. (to COLLEEN.) i turn on the tv and think of you. (to KAIT.) the-- the two of you! MATT: i, uh, i think about the both of you a lot, because... i think you're... both really cool. ... i do. MATT (cont.): i watched my safe place burn and felt no pain for what i'd lost. only shame, for all the needless pain i knew i'd caused. it's so fucking sick, but i feel a bit like i got what i wanted. i'll gladly lose it all if it's a sign that something's finally started. something bigger than my TV screen and cum-stained chair. that godforsaken bachelor pad can go to hell for all i care. it took a popcorn fire for me to finally realize it's time to see through my own eyes and own up that i don't wanna be alone forever. i don't wanna be alone forever. (KAIT looks like she could burst with sympathy, and the wheels in her head start to turn.) KAIT: (genuine, impulsive.) why don't you stay with us for a bit? COLLEEN: (double-taking.) what? MATT: ...are you... are you sure? COLLEEN: (smiling, surprised at KAIT's spontaneity) yeah, are you? KAIT: (to MATT.) i mean, yeah! if you want to. (after a moment, MATT nods and wraps an arm around each of them, pulling them in close.) MATT: i don't wanna be alone forever.

MATT: you can laugh if you want, 'cause it's hilarious. i was sitting on the couch, just trying to live vicariously through some bad reality TV. my appliances tend to be precarious. but repairmen are just quacks that you pay to pee all over the seat. i can fuck it up myself for free. i knew my microwave was sparking, but i get the munchies after dark and i just had to put some popcorn in. i'd left my wallet in the car and ran outside to grab it just in case some infomercial rationalized my spending habits. then, the moment that i finally found it under the seat, i heard the running and the children screaming... i turn around and everything's on fire because of me. and no one's dead but they probably wanna die because of me. 'cause i'm that guy that made some popcorn in the middle of the night. left it there to stealthily ignite and ruin everybody's lives. COLLEEN: it wasn't your fault, you know. MATT: i know it wasn't... it's just so fucked how you can make a singular choice without thinking about it and change somebody else's life forever. COLLEEN: yeah... i know about that. but you have every right to be upset about your own shit right now. MATT: colleen... i don't give a shit about my own shit right now. MATT (cont.): how is it that i live and work alone and i'm still lethal? i've taken care to stay out of the way of other people. i thought that if i only left my home to buy my groceries, everything would be so simple, 'cause i don't get lonely except for when i do. (to COLLEEN.) i turn on the tv and think of you. (to KAIT.) the-- the two of you! MATT: i, uh, i think about the both of you a lot, because... you know, i think you're... both really cool. MATT (cont.): i watched my safe place burn and felt no pain for what i'd lost. only shame, for all the needless pain i knew i'd caused. it's so fucking sick, but i feel a bit like i got what i wanted. i'll gladly lose it all if it's a sign that something's finally started. something bigger than my TV screen and cum-stained chair. that godforsaken bachelor pad can go to hell for all i care. it took a popcorn fire for me to finally realize it's time to see through my own eyes and own up that i don't wanna be alone forever. i don't wanna be alone forever. (KAIT looks like she could burst with sympathy, and the wheels in her head start to turn.) KAIT: (genuine, impulsive.) why don't you stay with us for a while? COLLEEN: (double-taking.) what? MATT: ...are you... are you sure? COLLEEN: (smiling, surprised at KAIT's spontaneity) yeah, are you? KAIT: (to MATT.) of course. if you'd like to. (after a moment, MATT nods and wraps an arm around each of them, pulling them in close.) MATT: i don't wanna be alone forever.