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What's this?

I want you to lay down.

Del...

Lay down.

I will.

Why don't you talk to me?

Someone's watching us.

Who is it, baby?

Is it Ronnie?

Maeve.

Okay.

Where is she?

She's watching us from the chair.

Mmm. What's she doing?

Touching herself.

She is so wet.

What's she wearing?

Comfort casuals.

Okay.

Is Noah here too?

Del, will you please lay down?

Okay.

Hey, come--

Take it easy, okay?

You know what?

I agree. You're giving me whiplash.

Please get me my robe.

Don't look at me.

What's-- what's going on here?

I need you to get away from me!

Avary!

Just go watch your porn, or whoever it is you jerk off to.

No...

Mmm, fuck. Oh...

Mmm. Yeah. Oh, you taste so fucking good.

Oh, fuck.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, God. Yes, daddy.

Oh, yeah. Oh, right there!

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

- Oh, my God. - Right there.

- Yeah. - Oh, right there.

I'm gonna cum. Oh, yes!

Oh, yes.

- Cum for me. - Oh, yeah!

- Fuck! - Oh, yes.

Oh, daddy.

Tom!

I, uh-- I thought you were making pancakes.

-Tom? -What?

I-- I--

Why didn't you call me?

Ronnie, I just walked in on you masturbating like a teenager.

I-- I'm sorry.

Jesus, Ronnie!

You're sorry?

Yes.

Ronnie.

Ronnie.

Ron.

Ronnie.

Ronnie!

What-- what are you doing?

Where are you right now?

I'm right here.

Happy birthday.

Perv.

Mom!

Can I sleep over at Casey's tonight?

Mom?

Mom!

Noah.

Hey, birthday girl.

Come in. I'm just helping the caterers.

Where do you want these?

Out back in the coolers, please.

Noah?

Thank you.

You okay?

Yeah.

Oops. Uh, I'll get that.

Oh, I got it.

Oh, that's enough, Macy.

You wanna look like one of those girls

that takes the bus to school?

No.

Then suck it up.

Just need half an hour.

How are my M&Ms?

Ugh, you're all sweaty.

Sorry.

You look pretty.

Did they have to make the ice?

You're hilarious, Maeve.

You know, helping her was your idea.

I mean, I'm happy to do it.

Noah, hamper! Please.

- I'm going to be late. - Join the club.

I've been chopping enough firewood to last a lifetime.

For the last 25 years,

I watched David make sure she never had to lift a finger.

With him dead, I think it's the least we can do.

Okay, Maeve. That's great. Thanks.

What's his problem?

I can't imagine.

Hey! Thank you so much.

-Elliana! Happy birthday. -Thank you so much.

-Sorry about the fence. -Oh, no!

The landscaper talked David into ivy.

Apparently that takes years to fill in.

-Hello! -Thank you so much for coming.

Hello. Thank you so much.

Good! You're back in town now!

-Yeah! -Yeah? How was your trip?

Oh, it was wonderful. It was beautiful.

I bet it was.

Elliana!

Oh, my goodness. Your home is beautiful.

What an amazing party.

I would not have missed it for the world.

-Hello! -So happy to be here.

Go ahead and make yourself at home.

Where's the wine?

-And Ben. Do you remember Ben? -I do.

I can't imagine living in a house this big all by myself.

Yes. Well, that wasn't the intention.

Invite me over anytime.

-Elliana! -Hello!

-Look at you. -Oh, my God.

You're here!

Aw! Happy birthday.

Mwah!

Oh, my God! Look at you!

-Hot, right? -Beautiful!

Oh, my God, stop!

Look at your house!

Thank you.

Cheers.

I said no birthday gifts.

They're housewarming presents.

What is it?

This was all Avary.

All I'm going to say is that it's in the key of E.

Because your name.

I love you so much.

- Whoa! Nice. - Oh, fuck me.

Mmm. I bet she got a birthday present.

You told me not to get you anything!

Oh, God. This outfit was a choice.

You're hot.

I've had this T-shirt since college.

Ew. No, wait.

High school.

Why are we here? Why are we even doing this?

Because Del and Avary invited us,

and you're always saying how you wanna be closer with them.

It's not even their party.

Elliana Harper does not want

people like us at her 50th birthday party.

Ronnie, I don't give a shit. What do you wanna do?

You told me not to get you anything!

They're here. Why isn't she texting me back?

We should park up the road.

We're parking right here.

Tom. You're all wrinkled.

It's flannel.

No. No.

I've fallen and I can't get up.

-Can we get a doctor over here? -No! Tom!

- Stop it. - Come on.

They're probably all doctors.

Worst case scenario, she probably has good booze.

Oh, my God.

Hi.

Tom and Ronnie Wallace.

-We met-- -Del-- Del and Avary invited us.

Did they not tell you?

No. No, they did. Yes.

Tom and Ronnie. Yes. Come in, come in.

Oh, okay.

Wow!

- That's fascinating. - Yeah, it's something

I've been workshopping for a new course next semester.

Avary's been a huge help

in that department. Haven't you?

I agree.

Anyway, so it's, um, focusing on, uh, feminism

and queer theory and the kind of combination of those two things.

Um, yeah, and how that affects--

Oh, my God! Ronnie's here.

Why didn't she text you?

Excuse us.

-Wow! Thank you. -You look--

- Hi. - Hi. Wow.

-You look incredible. -Oh, my gosh. Thank you.

-So kind. -Oh, wow.

-You look beautiful. What? -You smell great.

-Oh! Thank you. -What are you wearing?

Oh, I don't-- I don't know. I--

- What, you don't know? - No, I-- Maybe it's my hair.

-I don't know. -Sure.

- You look amazing. - Oh, thank you so much.

All right, let's get you guys something to drink.

I'll introduce you around.

Oh, is that ham?

Oh, yes. Yes, we have ham.

You know I'm always uncomfortable.

This thing is-- I don't know what to talk about.

You're doing great! Oh, you're doing so good.

You have so many smart things to say. Hmm?

She let me copy off her math class all the time.

-I would not have passed. -Uh, this is my boyfriend Tom.

I'm her husband.

Oh, God. Sorry, honey. What did I say?

It's okay, sweetheart. We've been friends

since kindergarten, but only married a few months.

It's new. You know, fun fact,

my first memory of her was eating paste.

Could I talk to you real quick?

You okay? You need something?

Yeah. I, um-- I--

No. It--

-What is it? -It's fine.

Can I show you the house?

Please, yeah!

-You coming? -I'll catch up.

Thank you! You know, she's all class, I'm all sass.

We make it work, you know. Like...

she's a free spirit.

-Hello. How are you? -I'm doing good.

-How-- how are you? -Good.

Can I-- can I tell you something?

Yeah.

I wanted to tell you something.

You are insanely hot.

Maeve, enough!

Yes, Noah. Enough.

Happy birthday, bestie!

Wanna guess why we're so late?

- Hi. - Hi.

Hey, Noah. Give her the present.

Hey.

It's one of those back massagers I told you about.

You'll love it.

Del Watson,

-you look incredible. -Thank you.

You've lost weight, haven't you?

I don't know.

And I saw your announcement,

Dean of the Philosophy Department.

Excuse me? Congratulations.

And where is your gorgeous wife?

She's not missing this

with another one of those headaches, is she?

You know, personally, I know

my migraines are terrible this time of year.

I think it's a dew point if I'm being totally honest.

No. She's-- she's here somewhere.

-I think-- -Oh, okay.

Maeve, I was just showing Del the house.

Oh, well don't let me stop you.

I mean, can you even take it?

And in less than a year.

You know, our contractor took twice as long

and did it half as good.

He's really an asshole.

Don't know how his wife puts up with him.

Did you see? She's running for school board.

Good luck.

Maeve, I've got you that Spanish wine you like.

It's in the fridge in the butler's kitchen.

Two bottles. Okay.

Sweetheart, would you text me that name?

-I don't wanna forget that. -I'm doing it right now.

It sounds great.

Honey, would you like another glass?

I would, yes.

Thank you.

Yeah, I'm good. Thanks.

He tries, you know.

I am happy for you, El.

To finally be moved in.

I must be crazy throwing a party without any furniture.

You have furniture.

Do you remember when we first met?

It was right after David passed.

You barely knew me, but you--

you were there for me in a way...

I am forever grateful for you.

Hey, babe.

I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

-Of course not. -It's impossible.

Well, a lot of your guests are leaving.

I-- I thought...

Thank you.

Thank you so much. Happy birthday, babe.

Thank you. Good night.

Dare.

Sorry.

-Here you go. -Ooh.

- Thank you so much. - You're welcome.

Let's see.

I'll just put it here.

Tom, come on.

-I'm thinking. -Oh, my God.

Literally no one is good at this game except for me.

Maeve!

Put all that shit down. And come join us.

All right.

Come on, sit near me.

You know, I didn't even get to talk to you tonight.

We're talking now.

Seriously, Tom?

Oh, my God.

Is Macy okay sleeping over at Casey's?

Maeve, you gotta stop.

Casey knows how to use her body.

Our daughter's at her first co-ed party tonight.

Maeve is panicked.

I'm not panicked.

Well, you should be.

Being a teenager is really hard.

Suddenly your braces are off and there's a dick in your mouth

and you're just like, "How did I get here?"

Okay, Del,

I dare you to ask someone a question

you've always wanted to, but never have.

You clean up great, by the way.

Amazing.

Thanks.

Noah...

what won't your wife give you in bed

that you wish she would?

Um...

-Del. -What?

Um...

Nothing.

My wife gives me everything I need.

Anything I want.

Oh, my God.

Okay, let me, uh, rephrase.

No, please don't.

What do you want in bed that you won't ask for?

I already answered. Next.

Okay, uh, anybody want anything?

-Yes. -I'll help you.

-Okay. -Boring.

Yeah.

What do I usually look like?

Big bag of shit?

What?

Well, everybody keeps telling me how good I look all night.

I mean...

have you seen yourself?

Oh, my God.

You are in a mood.

I said what I said.

You're too young for that.

What about for you?

Don't you need one?

No.

I don't know how you can stand her

without drinking.

What?

just, um...

being a person.

I just-- I just wiped his ass.

You know, just like that. And then we had lunch.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I asked you a question.

Was it just like yours, but old?

Yes, but much smaller.

Oh, sure.

Noah!

Cheers to that.

Ugh, your poor father.

Ronnie, Avary tells me

you're a fantastic massage therapist.

This is your...

Uh, Tom, my husband.

She finally said "yes."

Aw, isn't that sweet?

What do you do, Tom?

I work for WDS,

going on, uh, 11 and a half years now.

Wonderful.

You know that corporate office on the mountain

must have gorgeous views.

Oh, no. I'm a delivery driver.

Oh, how nice.

That's great.

I mean, you're done with work when you're done with work.

That's right. Can't beat it.

It's a little crazy around the holidays.

- But, you know-- - Yeah.

Let me ask you, does your route change every day?

Because no matter how many times I leave my packages

and-- and a note for them,

they always get left out in the rain

- and, you know, that-- - Hey, Tom,

have you ever fantasized about another man?

Here we go.

- What? - Avary's bored.

Answer the question, Tom.

No, I haven't.

-I call bullshit. -Same.

I mean, come on. We even fantasize about guys.

Fantasy and reality are two different things.

Sexual fantasies are just emblematic

of something coveted in reality.

Like power.

Always power, or whatever, fill in the blank.

We're still talking about dicks?

Yes.

-Yes. -Right?

I said no.

Um, anyone want another?

Sit.

You're next.

-I'll get it. -Thanks a lot.

- Anyone else? - Uh, me too.

Get him something hard.

-Good one, babe. -Thank you.

Tom?

Okay.

Yeah.

Sure. I have.

Hey, I saw that.

What about you?

-Never. -Come on, man.

I-- I-- I haven't.

So if you were in prison--

That wasn't the question.

You wouldn't close your eyes

with some soft-spoken body?

No, I can go a long time without...

-that. -Noah!

- I didn't mean it like that. - I think you did.

Okay. Maeve...

how long has it been since you gave oral pleasure

to your gorgeous husband here?

Why are you asking all the questions?

'Cause mine are the only ones worth answering.

Oh, come on, Maeve. Loosen up.

This is ridiculous.

Truth or dare...

Shit.

You wouldn't believe what they were talking about

and what they asked me.

What Av--

-Del. -Maeve.

-No. -Hey. Hey.

Look-- look at me.

You can't just ask people personal--

I'm sorry. Okay.

We were just having fun. Being real.

-Del, I'm not like you. -No.

You're not.

You're like you, and you're perfect.

You're beautiful.

It's true.

If you don't wanna play, you don't have to.

Noah and I...

how can you tell?

That you're not having sex?

I just...

see you.

God, I'm like...

lost in your eyes.

Come play with us?

Okay.

What supplements do you think she takes?

Am I stroking out or is something burning?

Sorry about that.

Uh, don't be.

Hold me.

That's what I wish she'd do.

I am not going to sit here talking about your stupid job.

- No offense. - None taken.

Okay. So what is Maeve's deal?

Like, is she gay?

I mean, besides for Del.

We are all gay for Del.

Great.

No, I'm serious. I mean...

he sleeps in her bed

and nothing?

He's like a...

sturdy oak.

No. No, she's not gay.

Del likes to think she is,

but that's just fuel for our sex life.

What do you mean?

They like to talk about other people

while they're having sex.

- Del. - Ooh.

Del likes to.

I'm just doing my best not to slip into death.

You don't like it?

I'm adjusting.

Did we ever make it in there?

Tom! What--

I don't know. I--

At least I knew what to expect when we suppressed everything.

It felt safe.

This feels like the opposite of that.

Okay. Okay. Okay. I do-- I do most of the time.

- Most of the time? - Sometimes.

- What? - I-- It's true.

I'm sorry.

What's with all the "oohs" and "aahs"?

I-- I don't know.

Isn't that just what I'm supposed to do?

It's okay. It's okay.

Oh, my God.

I-- okay.

What woman comes every time?

Why aren't you raising your hand?

I guess you're not the only one

who can go a long time without that.

Okay. Okay. You two, fuck off.

These two.

They orgasm as one. Probably holding eye contact.

They're perfect.

We are far from perfect.

Avary almost left me a year ago.

Two years back when I was traveling a lot

for work, I developed...

Feelings.

For lack of a more evolved term, okay, feelings.

For a colleague.

Avary could tell something was up with me,

but I didn't fully understand what I was feeling.

She wrote her a poem.

I did.

I was at a point in my journey

where following my heart was different...

but exciting.

And I just wanted to honor that completely.

Not half ass it.

Whole ass it.

Exactly.

Trusted that wherever it led me was where I needed to go.

I don't regret what I did.

It was undeniably

the hardest two years of my life.

Our life.

But it was a gift.

It is a gift.

Sounds like one of your gifts.

It was the beginning of our next chapter.

No more bullshit.

What does that look like?

No more bullshit?

getting in touch with what you're really feeling...

and sharing it...

without a filter.

Then you can let it go.

Instead of getting lost in what everything should mean

according to your past and your ego.

So just saying it.

Even the scary stuff.

Especially the scary stuff.

You make it sound easy.

It's not easy at all.

It's terrifying.

And therefore liberating.

And Avary, you're--

just putting up with all this?

Go ahead, Avary. It's okay.

Oh, she has your permission to speak?

Maeve.

Putting up with what?

What's your problem?

I think she's defending my honor.

Curious what it is you think I'm doing?

Well, it sounds like defending an emotional affair

is what you're doing.

-You would say that. -What does that mean?

It means you would reduce

the greatest metamorphosis of our lives

to something so trivial.

I didn't plan on feeling anything for anyone.

All I wanted was for it to go away.

But not being able to talk about it, it doesn't--

Not being able to?

It made it turn in on itself.

It made it bigger than it was.

-How big was it? -Are you kidding me right now?

-Well, answer her. -I have.

A hundred times.

She knows that.

In my bones...

I knew the entire experience presented itself

for our growth.

As individuals and as a couple.

It was an opportunity to level up.

Growth over comfort.

An emotional affair is not trivial.

That's what you have latched onto?

Should I have been taking notes instead, professor?

I always found it helpful.

Please.

I didn't have an emotional affair.

Would your wife agree?

Go ahead. Would you?

I'm happy Del told me.

But not happy it happened.

-Of course, not. -I am.

Oh. We got that.

And in time,

when Avary can see it from a higher perspective--

You think cheating is lofty?

I believe loving your whole self,

light and dark, leads you to be

in love with everything and everyone.

It sounds like you want a hall pass.

This isn't about having sex with other people.

It-- it's about letting go of the fear of losing someone

and learning to love

without conditions or expectations.

I'm on your side.

Well, I'm on Del's side.

Why can't you just admit that you're scared?

Uh, of course I'm scared! I'm fucking terrified.

What is the alternative?

Of what specifically are you terrified?

The unknown.

Losing Del.

Getting old.

Being abandoned.

I'd be afraid, too, if I were in your shoes.

I'm feeling very attacked by you, Maeve.

I didn't do anything wrong.

I told the truth about something instead of hiding it.

I believed in the strength of our love.

It doesn't sound like your love is very strong at all.

Fuck you, Maeve.

Like you're one to talk.

Noah and I have been married for 27 years.

We have no secrets.

Secrets.

You two don't even know each other.

You're like two foreign exchange students

bumping into each other and sharing soap.

This is what I'm talking about.

This is why everyone gets divorced.

Totally setting aside

the short shelf life of codependency

and needing the other person to complete you,

which is what we're force fed by

every romance movie and song ever created.

We get divorced

because we don't accept ourselves.

So they certainly won't.

And instead of shining a light into our own dark corners

and learning to first and foremost love ourselves,

what a concept.

Run to the next relationship, which is inevitably

with the same person you just left.

Only they are far more triggering,

but in a more intoxicating,

albeit evanescent package.

Is anybody else wet?

Really?

Okay.

Elliana and I slept together.

Noah!

What?

Oh, my God.

When?

Jesus Christ.

When?

10 lifetimes ago.

When we were kids.

We weren't kids.

-Fucking when? -It was at the beginning.

I mean, you turned down my proposal.

I barely knew you.

-Elliana had just met David. -What?

It was only one time.

I mean, I-- I loved her.

Noah!

I still do.

Oh, my God.

I can't listen to this. You are all out of your minds.

It's not like that.

-Don't-- -It's like I love Del and Avary.

Like I love Robbie and Tom.

-You just met them. -Did I?

Her name is Ronnie.

Well, I feel like I know more about them

than I do about you.

What do you know about them, Noah?

That Tom's gay?

- What? - Maeve.

Maeve. Maeve. Hey.

What are you feeling right now?

Stop.

Tell me.

Answer her.

Anger...

rage...

...betrayal.

Exposed?

Embarrassed?

Vulnerable?

Yes, very vulnerable.

Okay.

Okay what?

Okay.

I feel vulnerable too.

Me too.

And I'm not gay.

Does anyone not feel vulnerable?

How does it feel?

Noah, don't.

Okay.

Del...

you really don't regret what happened?

Avary is my person.

There is no one I would rather live my life with.

But aren't we setting ourselves up to fail

thinking we can only feel love for one person?

Just that one kind of love.

What does that even mean?

Why is it that we have a million words

to talk about our victimhood and only one to describe love?

The most complex human experience there is.

Isn't it just respectful?

Is it?

-Yes. -Why is it respectful?

Of your marriage.

I would never disrespect my marriage by keeping it small.

How is a lifetime commitment small?

It's not.

But why keep it between two conditional humans

when it-- it could be between two unconditional souls?

I don't understand.

She's saying the way we're taught to love is small.

It's possessive.

It's limiting.

It's restrictive.

It's, uh--

Unsustainable.

Isn't that just what marriage is?

Only seeing the person that you're with?

Maybe that's your problem.

My problem?

I hear what Del is saying completely, and...

I agree with her.

Well, of course you do.

-Of course I do? -Yeah, you're a guy, Tom, stop.

No, what? You are the one--

-Buddy, calm down. -Don't "buddy" me.

Well, you're upsetting everybody.

Everybody's upset, Noah.

I forgave you.

Did I not?

-Yes or no? -Yes, you forgave me.

-But you don't trust me anymore. -I do not trust you,

'cause you slept with her, Ronnie.

I don't trust you 'cause you're still not being honest with me.

Yeah, how am I not being honest with you?

I've done nothing but encourage your happiness in every way.

True?

Yes.

I know you need more.

-More what? -You tell me!

-What are you doing? -Remind--

Showing you that you have a safe space.

What do you want, Ronnie?

Why won't you just say it?

What do you want me to say?

What I already know.

Then you say it!

What are you feeling right now?

Completely attacked.

-Are you fucking kidding me? -Safe space, this is bullshit.

I'll get her some coffee.

Let's just go in the house for a minute.

No.

Fuck you, and your space!

You just wanna leave me if you can't control me!

Grab some dry clothes from my dresser upstairs.

Get the fuck away from me.

Just a second.

Ronnie. Whoa, you're soaked.

You have no idea.

- Don't. - Feel me.

I made you coffee.

-an you get out? I have to pee. -Yeah. Okay.

Oh, no.

Fell in the pool?

Yes.

I made her coffee.

Do you want us to get the fuck out of here?

No.

No.

Okay, I can help you with her.

-I got her. -Okay.

All right, I'm gonna go.

Okay.

Oh. I'm good, thanks.

Okay, here.

Let's--

let me get you this.

Here you go, here you go.

Stay warm.

All right, all right?

You are so lucky.

How's that?

Ugh, Tom gets offered

a management position like, every two seconds,

but he can't, because of the desks

and the shoes.

And sometimes, I just wish he's--

Money makes people comfortable not happy.

Only rich people say dumb shit like that.

"Money isn't everything."

Wouldn't they be the ones that know?

-You want a bottle of water? -No.

I remember life before hangovers.

David and I would've celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary

this Christmas.

Oh, God, I suck, I suck.

We had the perfect marriage.

He adored me.

Treated me like a queen.

And why wouldn't he?

I was exactly who he wanted me to be.

Fuck men.

My husband didn't really know me.

I'm not even sure if he knew that.

I'm not sure I did either.

You know what I've learned since losing David?

The opposite of life isn't death.

What is?

Fear.

Hey.

All I could find was cashmere.

Woo-hoo-hoo, fine by me.

I hope that's okay.

It's fine.

You need a hairdryer or anything?

May I join you?

I don't wanna talk about it.

Okay.

I mean, every detail is meticulous.

There she is, tell her.

Your home is truly extraordinary.

Thank you.

That means a lot.

It's a piece of art.

It was our life's work.

You okay?

Oh, we were just complimenting Elliana

on her gorgeous home.

- It's amazing. - Yes.

I was going to kill myself tonight.

Elliana.

Don't.

It's not the first time I've thought about it.

Planned to do it, and chickened out

since David died.

I almost hang myself on that tree two months ago.

Why?

Without him, I-- I realized

quite jarringly...

that I had no idea who I was.

I struggled to find meaning and--

and getting out of bed, leaving the house.

Taking a shower.

And even more upsetting, I--

I had no idea who he even saw me as.

I felt like I was more of a ghost than he was.

- You never-- - I never what?

Asked for help.

Asking for help implies feeling worthy of people's time.

I didn't wanna bother anyone.

Jesus, El.

Gosh, what is wrong with me?

Well, thank you for sharing that with us.

We love you.

To life.

- To life. - To life.

I did it.

I played with my attraction to Ronnie tonight.

And?

I get it.

I mean, she was basically naked,

and like, eye fucking me in the mirror.

- Whoa! - What?

-Nothing, I just-- -Del.

It's okay.

I told you what she tried with me.

Please.

Are you sure this is a good thing?

How do you feel?

Honestly?

Avary, where are we going?

Maeve.

Maeve.

What?

I think we should talk about it.

Talk about what?

What I told everyone tonight.

There's nothing to talk about.

You slept with my best friend

while we were engaged to be married.

And she's suicidal, and never bothered to talk to me about it.

I am alone.

We weren't engaged yet.

The facts remain.

Maeve.

There's nothing to talk about, Noah.

You were kids, okay?

Maeve, please.

Noah, I'm exhausted.

I like girls.

Did you hear me?

Tom.

What else?

I like boys too.

I like you, I mean.

That's good to hear.

Oh, please don't be a smart-ass right now.

I'm not.

What else?

I wanna see other people.

-Are you leaving me? -No, no, no, I--

Tom.

I'm...

polyamorous.

What the hell does that mean?

I don't know, Tom, I googled it, I-- It's--

I wanna see other people...

together.

This is where you leave me.

What guy wants a girl who wants other people?

We could try another threesome.

What if--

It's not gonna happen again.

How do you know?

Because you're gonna be honest with me this time.

This isn't gonna work if you don't trust me.

I can't trust you, because it's still going on.

I haven't seen her in years.

I see the way you are around Del and Avary.

You're right.

You're right.

Okay.

Okay?

Okay.

I don't understand.

All I've ever wanted was a chance to love you as you are.

Hey, what's wrong?

Are you crying?

What is it?

Just so grateful.

For what?

That you stayed.

I never could have left you.

-But you were leaving, Ave. -But I stayed.

When I knew...

and I had to tell you...

oh, God, I was so scared

you were gonna leave me.

I was so, so scared to lose you.

What are you thinking?

I never thought about how scared you must have been

to tell me.

I was terrified.

What?

Thank you for being so brave.

I want you.

All of you.