The Skeleton Twins Page #7

- Milo...

- What am I, some sort of forbidden fruit?

- No.

- Or, like, some sort of...

What am I, like, a blow-up doll?

What am I to you?

I treated you terribly. I know that. But...

It's not because I don't care or because...

...I don't respect you...

...or because I don't love you.

It's because I'm a big p*ssy. That's it.

I'm just a huge, pathetic p*ssy.

I could never be you.

You can crash on the couch, if you want.

Did you, by chance, read my script?

Yeah.

And?

It's great.

I'll definitely give it to my agent.

Once again, this is the 528 leaving Nyack

for Port Authority Bus Terminal.

I would do anything

to take back what I said.

For what it's worth, I'm sorry.

I love you.

I screwed it up.

I do that a lot, I guess.

It's kind of my thing.

But I get it.

Dad just...

...saw a way out.

I guess you did, too.

I'm not scared anymore.

I finally get it.

See you later.

Breathe, breathe, breathe. You're okay.

Are you okay?

You're okay.

All right, say something.

Just say something.

- I'm okay.

- You're okay.

You're okay, Jesus. You're okay.

Breathe, you're okay.

You're here.

I'm here.

You're here.

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