"Open the door, Tippy!"
"I need to see you!"
"Tippy!"
"Dammit!"
"You don't know how much I wished I hated you!"
"You destroyed the best parts of me."
"I'm just rubble now..."
"And you keep tip-toeing over what's left..."
"Tippy, I love you, dammit!"
"Tippy..."
"Please..."
He's drunk. He doesn't know what he's talking about.
He can possibly know what love is.
There's no such thing in this crude world.
