Super deep and moody, definitely but you are talking to a guy who owns a lot of ‘Dido’ CDs so I’m cool with it. Besides, being nostalgic on prom night is totally normal. That was our whole life for, like, ever. At least that’s what it felt like at the time and now it’s not. [ He smiled, hesitating before offering a little shrug - he could be in his feelings too, or something ] I am also the guy who moved outta here, planned to never look back, become a pro-footballer and, I dunno, die rich. Instead, I’m back here, coaching my high school team. Subbing classes. Wearing a tie. Things don’t always work out the way you think but that’s not a bad thing. And you can always reconnect.
[ Laughs ] Oh my god, no. Stop, before someone hears us and we end up having to go on the run. Ha, yeah. Yeah, of course I’ll suffer with you. Maybe we can draw a, um, whatchamacallit, salt circle on one of the tables at least. [ Danny had heard it, felt the silence she was sure to gloss over at warp speed. Felt the tug in his chest as he glanced down, failing to fight off a smile. Everything was so complicated… And yet. He held her hand anyway.] Solidarity, right? We’re gonna make it forsure.
Danny, I don’t know which is more worrying, that you own more than one Dido CD, or that you still use CD’s. I thought you were better than this, honestly. I don’t know, I always kind of had this crush on a guy who didn’t even take me on something close to a date until freshman year of college, so I’d say I definitely didn’t peak in high school. But totally speak for yourself and everything, if those were the greatest days of your life, then by all means don’t let me interrupt the memories [she laughs and winks so he doesn’t take her too seriously]. Babe, don’t forget that I failed at moving away, too. We all have dreams that we failed to achieve or whatever. We just have to move on and try to live our bliss in whatever way we can now. The past is just a building block for your life, not a blueprint. The future can be whatever you want it to be, okay? You act like you’re all totally zen about this, but I know you too well for that, don’t I? What, who are you trying to reconnect to anyway? Your favorite football coach?
I’m just being real with you, we could both be real criminals of the law right now. How very Bonnie and Clyde of us. You’re Bonnie, of course. I could see you wearing a string of pearls and flapper heels. [she couldn’t ignore the little jump her stomach did when he took her hand, like it was trying to jump up her throat or something] Would you really draw a protection circle with me? I thought you didn’t believe in all that stuff? Or is that only applicable when there aren’t federal authorities involved?