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Please stop -- you’re makin’ my boobs hurt jus’ by talkin’.Â
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allen-bond:
I don’t really think he can tell the difference.
...He’s thankful.
allen-bond:
Maybe if you stop feeding him from your plate?
But he’s gettin’ old! He deserves to get good food.
Bruno farts are terrible.
allen-bond:
No more keeping things to yourself. Alright?
Got it.
allen-bond:
If it was not– Lot, you have a heart condition and you aren’t feeling well! The chances of it being nothing are like zero.
I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help.
Well... yeah... Wishful thinking.
It’s okay. Like you said, I think too much- that must’ve done it.
allen-bond:
You’ve gotta tell me these things, Lot. We’re married now. And even if we weren’t, you still gotta fucking speak up.
We’ll get you in tomorrow.
I didn’t want to worry you if it was nothing... But noted.Â
Although I might’ve scared Kebi the other night with my nightmare.
allen-bond:
You’re not going to lose me, Lottie. And what happened during that time… doesn’t matter anymore. We fixed it. We needed the space to figure shit out, but now we’re together and we’re staying together.
Now about you not feeling well. How long’s that been a thing? Why we haven’t we gone to see a doc yet?
A little while. I thought it would pass.
allen-bond:
You think too damn much.
I know.
allen-bond:
You gonna let me in on it, or do I need to keep pulling teeth?
I shouldn’t’ve said what I said... maybe worded it differently... I’m sorry. I jus’...Â
I did a lot of thinkin’, which didn’t really make me feel any better since I thought back to when we broke up and we were separated, then found you back in Jersey an- God, I just feel so guilty. I feel guilty ‘bout breaking up with you over somethin’ so stupid and leavin’ you when I said I never would... I feel guilty ‘bout bein’ so stubborn an’ not apologizin’ sooner. Then all that guilt jus’ made me think back to Florida and how I almost died... I had that nightmare... flashback when you went to work that night an’ I jus- I don’t want to lose you. That’s all I meant. And I’m scared. I’m scared ‘cause I haven’t been feelin’ that great. That’s all- that’s all...
allen-bond:
That was convincing. You okay, doll?
Not really. I’ve got a lot on my mind.
allen-bond:
Can I get you anything?
No... it’s fine.
God, this headache won’t let up.
vikki-s:
My services in exchange for a babysitting day, Bub.
...Fair enough.