Sonya: Dunechka! I’m so happy, I could kiss you!
Dunya: Uh...thanks!
*later*
Dunya, lying face down on Raskolnikov’s bed: I can't believe I thanked her, Rodya. Thanked her. She wanted to kiss me and I said "thanks". Why? Because I'm a huge moron.
Raskolnikov, patting her on the back: Don’t beat yourself up over it. Things like that happen. Remember when Razumikhin said he loved me?
Dunya: Didn’t you say “neat”?
Raskolnikov, staring into the distance: I said “neat”.










