Looking for Completion - the Looking Movie!

Act III Scene Six

The next Thursday evening, Patrick is sitting in Agustin's kitchen, where they are both eating Thai noodles. Patrick sits back and looks around the small kitchen.

Patrick: It's cozy. And clean which is very nice. I don't know why was I so bothered about losing our old place.

(Agustin chuckles)

Agustin: Maybe because you don't like change?

Patrick: Well that might have been true once upon a time, but given the events of the past 18 months I don't think anyone could accuse me of being stuck in my ways anymore.

Agustin: Which is probably why you wanted to keep the place. It was the last piece of the old Patrick. The sweet naive boy who rolled in on a bus from Colorado.

(Patrick raises an eyebrow)

Patrick: We rented a van and drove here together from Berkely, remember? And also, we took psych 101 together so, spare me your armchair analysis Dr. Freud.

Agustin: You can't argue with the results Paddy. Haven't I called it every time?

(Patrick sighs and smiles wryly)

Patrick: You've been lucky a few times. I wouldn't exactly call that a gift.

Agustin: I called it with Richie. I told you it wouldn't work.

Patrick: Correction. You told me I was slumming, which I was totally not.

Agustin: Yeah, but I was still right about the two of you. And Kevin? How many times did you insist you weren't jonesing to get into his pants? And I always knew you were.

Patrick: I will grant you that.

Agustin: Speaking of getting into his pants...tomorrow's the big day, huh?

(Patrick smiles and nods his head)

Patrick: Yep. My first airport reunion. Do you think I can kiss him when I see him?

Agustin: It's Seattle Patrick, not bumfuck Alabama. I don't think the Westboro Baptist Church are staking out airports in Washington.

Patrick: Firstly, that's a pretty offensive name for a crappy town considering that we're actually gay, and secondly...I mean you expect to see...whatever...if you're in San Francisco, or the Village in New York, but...an airport in Seattle?

Agustin: I would say just do what feels...comfortable. Don't overthink it or you'll spoil the moment.

Patrick: You're right. Anyway, you know Kevin, he's not that big into PDAs.

Agustin: Kevin? Your Kevin? Patrick, the man is like a freaking blanket all over you whenever you're out together.

Patrick: That's not true!

Agustin: You're kidding right? Frankly, it's a little much if you ask me.

Patrick: (laughing) You're just jealous.

Agustin: (smiling slyly) Has he been keeping you busy with lots of phone sex?

Patrick: I don't think he'd appreciate me discussing our sex life with you.

Agustin: Oh god. You're such a prude all of a sudden.

Patrick: It's called discretion. Maybe you should try it.

Agustin: Sorry, Paddy. Not ready to join the grown ups yet. I'm having too much fun at the kiddie table.

Patrick: I'm having plenty of fun too. Don't worry about me.

Agustin: Ahhhhh. So there HAS been hot phone sex. Or are we talking Skype action?

(Patrick smiles, continuing to eat. As he finishes his mouthful, he looks at Agustin for a moment, then back down at this plate. He face becoming somber gradually)