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Sure, yeah.

And so?

So what?

Did it work?

The reset, did it work?

Tell me, how does one

learn that at your age

So that it sticks?

No more tangles

No more tears

No more reindeer games

Narcissistic queen

(footsteps)

Hey, lazy bones.

(groans)

Hi.

Could have slept

in your old bed.

I thought-- Wasn't that

Jake guy in there?

No, of course not.

Okay.

Thank you.

And Agustn's

at Eddie's place.

You could have slept

in his room.

I'm not getting

in those sheets.

I don't blame you.

What time is it?

It's the afternoon.

I gotta get to work.

You can come if you want.

Yeah. I wanna

see the window.

That way you can tell me

all the dirty,

disgusting things

you did to that poor child.

Oh.

(sighs)

I rimmed him,

he rimmed me,

I f***ed him,

he f***ed me.

It was very democratic.

I gotta say, I am loving

all this sex-positive sex

you've been

having lately. Huh?

You're sure it doesn't

make me a slut?

But does it make you

feel positive?

Most of the time.

Well, there you go.

But then afterwards...

I don't know.

What happened?

Nothing happened.

Then what?

I don't know.

Maybe it's that...

I went away to Colorado

and everything was

out of sight

and out of mind,

and now I'm back

and then there it all is.

There what is?

Everything I thought

I dealt with.

Like what?

Do you think I should

see Kevin while I'm here?

Oh, God, why would you even

think about doing that?

I don't know,

just to close the chapter?

Bury the dead?

See if he's gotten

fat and gross?

Just assume he's gotten

fat and gross and move on.

You're right.

Yeah, and trust me.

Totally, man.

Oh, my God!

I forgot that

you have a parklet!

Yeah!

Holy sh*t, it looks so good!

Right?

If this doesn't mean

you've made it,

I don't know what does.

You have a parklet.

Hey.

Hi.

Hey.

What, is it Bring Your

Daughter To Work Day

or something?

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

Well, I came to talk to you.

I didn't come to talk to you.

Go home.

I'm sorry. I can go home.

No, it's fine.

Fine. Please.

Um, does anybody first of all

have a donut? I'm starving.

And what do you do

for a hangover?

And I want to throw up.

Patrick:

And he was totally

into Dom too.

He was? Great.

Yes.

And was he nice?

He was very nice.

Oh! So did you f*** him?

Is he gonna move in with ya?

Help you clean

the grease stains

off your aprons?

Uh, no. No to both of those.

And do we really need to

have this conversation again?

Again? We're having it again?

How can that be?

I haven't seen you in months.

I saw you last night.

Aw, it didn't count.

Well, that was

before you ran home

for a hot bubble bath

and an early night.

Yeah, well, I don't get

to stay out the all hours

just enjoying myself anymore.

Eh, it never

used to stop you.

Um, not that I'm taking

Doris' side here,

but why didn't you have

sex with Jake?

He lives in Chicago.

It would just be sex.

Mm.

I want to keep

my focus clear.

I don't want to complicate

things right now.

(scoffs)

Complicate things.

Doesn't mean you gotta

turn into, like,

Sister Dominic

of the Tenderloin.

That's it!

That should be the name

for the second window.

Are you kidding me?

This is so what

he's like, Patrick!

This is what

I have to deal with.

The only thing

he ever thinks

about is work!

Dom:

Well, is that

so bad right now?

I think

that all we're saying

is it's okay

to have a little fun.

Yes.

Get your hands

on some skin

that doesn't belong

to a plucked chicken.

Ew.

Okay, listen.

I appreciate the concern.

I do.

But I'm fine.

You know, finally I know

what it is that I want,

and... better still,

I can actually see

a way of getting it.

I've got some purpose.

And you think sex

could risk that?

Yeah, or maybe even

a relationship?

Very possibly.

I don't...

God, I don't...

I don't want to sound

like some kind of...

one of those,

I don't know,

gross, coupled-up,

relationship evangelist

things...

And yet...

but you liked being

with Lynn.

Yes, of course I did.

But that's not

what I want right now.

I don't want to compromise

and relationships take

a lot of compromise.

Can I say one thing?

Would it matter

if I said no?

This...

this has happened.

It's working. You're all good.

You're not gonna f*** it up.

It's not suddenly

gonna turn to sh*t.

All right? And believe me,

I know the feeling.

But I'm not my mom.

All right? And you're

not your dad.

(phone rings)

Sh*t. I'm sorry.

You-- Am--

am I being too--

Oh, whatever.

(sighs)

Hey.

Uh... yeah.

Yeah, I can do that.

Yes.

Yes, yes.

Yeah, I'll meet you there.

Uh, yes, I will meet you

there right now.

Okay. All right,

I'll see you soon.

Bye.

Okay.

Does anybody want to

come with me to Indian Rock?

I think that Agustn

might be having a crisis.

Oh, f***, no.

Not in a million years

do I want to do that.

Oh God.

I have to go.

You're on your own.

Okay. Good luck.

Good luck.

Good luck.

Yeah.

Mm, you're so gonna get laid

smelling like that. Bye.

(chuckles)

Oh, good, Patrick,

we're together again.

Patrick:

What happened?

You seemed so calm yesterday.

Yeah, I was calm,

but then I woke up

this morning with this,

like, pain in my stomach

like I had an ulcer

that was about to burst.

Well, it's a stressful thing

you're doing, getting married.

I guess.

I mean, you're getting

committed to somebody else.

That's a big thing.

I don't think your choice

of vocabulary is helping.

Do you love him?

Do I love him?

Yeah. Do you love Eddie?

I always used to say that

love is a social construct

that doesn't really exist.

I didn't believe you then

and I don't believe you now.

Okay, so what is it?

(scoffs)

Christ, don't ask me.

Seriously, how would

you define it?

Okay, let me ask you

a different question.

Does the idea

of being with Eddie

make you happy?

Like, the two of you getting

old and gray together,

smoking weed

to ease the arthritis?

Yeah, that thought

does make me happy.

Why?

Why?

Yeah.

I don't know. I...

I like his beard, I like...

(chuckles)

his hat collection,

I like that...

whenever I have someone

I want to b*tch about

or there's something funny

that I see,

he's the person

I want to tell.

He's my best friend, I guess.

I'm oddly jealous

that I'm no longer

your best friend.

Okay, he's my best friend

that I want to have sex with.

Also, he has a huge penis.

Isn't that everything?

I mean, not

the penis part obviously,

but the other stuff?

Maybe if you just...

focus on that, this won't seem

like such a big deal.

Right?

Actually, I don't even think

this is about Eddie.

This isn't like some

"Runaway Bride" moment

where I feel like

there's someone else

out there for me.

Then what is it?

Remember when

we first came here?

After we started college?

Of course.

We talked about

our big life plan.

Among other things.

If you'd told me then

that a decade later,

I'd be working

at the Art Institute

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