Boys

– we spent nearly nine hours straight just talking.

I don’t want it to start hurting, yet.

Ever since – it’s amazing how something like that – um – how it, sorry. It – it starts ripping the walls down – you know? It’s like that morning – since then everything just emptied – like words are lies before they’ve even got out your mouth.

SOPHIE. I’ll stop. Eventually.

I can’t… when I, when I – look at you – it’s like, in my head, you’re always crying

We can’t fly back to that fucking evening and just /
MACK stops himself – he looks at her in the twilight.
You are the most beautiful thing I think I’ve ever fucking seen.
Beat.

There’s not a fucking country we can fly to where he’s still alive – where we can talk him through it, where it hasn’t happened how it has.

Feels like you’re asking for something, for something I don’t have. (Pause.) You got so much – of this… even when you’re being a fucking mentalist – you got like… grace – somehow.

He didn’t – did he? He didn’t fucking try at all. He just bailed out and left the mess for the rest of us to try and fucking clear up, expected us to get up in the fucking morning!

I don’t feel bad.
MACK. Get down.
SOPHIE. I think it’s worth it.