"we're done."
"fuck, i know."
"i can't process it. my brain is so fried."
"what're you doing right now?"
"ummm, i'm draped over the arm of my couch. i'm upside down."
"do you want to go somewhere right now?"
"like right now, right now or-"
"right now right now."
"i don't have work tomorrow, i don't see why i can't."
"great i'll pick you up in like half an hour. bring blankets. you like hot chocolate, right? and you made banana bread?"
"yeah, mikey, but where are we going?"
"doesn't matter. 's not important. you trust me, right?"
"yeah?"
"okay, great. bring some blankets. seriously. maybe a jacket too. it might be kinda cold."
"do you need me to bring anything else?"
"nope. well... maybe a change of clothes. i'll pick you up in half an hour! be ready!"
"michael!"
