The next morning, Patrick and Kevin are sitting in a diner, having breakfast.
Kevin: Thank you for not making me cook this morning. Do you realize we haven't used that kitchen once so far, except to make sandwiches and drinks. I don't think this bodes well for my little fat fat frog.
Patrick: I don't know why you think it's so funny. You're the one who will have to live with Fatrick, so you better start getting used to the idea or you better start cooking.
Kevin: Err...Excuse me! You're the one who wanted to come here this morning. And you didn't have to order pancakes.
(The waitress brings their food and they start eating)
Kevin: Do we have to do more unpacking after breakfast? Can we just go to the movies or something? Or even a museum or just anything but please, no more boxes...please please please.
Patrick: Ok (he laughs but quickly turns serious). But...first...I wanted to talk to you about something, and...I'm not sure you're going to like it.
Kevin: Fuck.
Patrick: You wondered why I wanted to come out for breakfast, and the reason is I don't want to have another fight in our home.
Kevin: Jesus, Patrick.
Patrick: I don't want there to be more memories of fighting and arguing than there are good ones, and yesterday was a fucking great day and so I decided that if you're going to get mad at me, I don't want it happening at home. That place already has too many ghosts...I don't even know if I will ever be able to go in the parking lot or basement again, but at least for today, home is the place we go to AFTER we get mad. Ok?
Kevin: Patrick, do you hate that place now? I now it's got some bad memories...
Patrick: No, I don't hate it. I can't say I totally love it yet, but, when it's more our home, and we've lived in it and we've been happy, then....it'll be different.
Kevin: You want to move?
Patrick: Are you kidding me? Pack up and unpack again? After the work we've done? Kevin. I'd live anywhere with you. I just want to be with YOU.
Kevin: (smiling sweetly) You really are hitting it out of the ballpark with your answers these days, Patrick Murray.
Patrick: Well, I decided to control my stupid mouth and try to use it only for good.
Kevin: I love your mouth.
Patrick: Really?
Kevin: It's a very talented mouth.
Patrick: Thank you. I think so too.
Kevin: I like what you did with it this morning.
Patrick: Yeah. I got that.
Kevin: You haven't done that before.
Patrick: Jesus...
Kevin: Are you blushing, Patrick Murray?
Patrick: My stupid face...
Kevin: Don't say that! I love that face.
Patrick: Are you trying to distract me?
Kevin: Is it working?
Patrick: As a matter of fact...it almost is.
Kevin: Good. Because I think we should have a few more days of fucking peace and tranquility and avoid any of those topics on your list. I don't want to talk about them today. Please!
Patrick: Firstly, it's OUR list, not mine, and secondly, I don't want to spoil today either, and I promise this is the absolutely smallest thing on the list, but...we have to talk about it now because...something happened...last night.
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