sh.

- Are you ok?
- Yeah, I'm fine. Well. No. I'm not. We just don't communicate.
- That's because we're always doing it.
- Are you pulling my leg?
- Do you want me to?
- Fuck you.
- Hey, hey. Don't be upset. C'mere. I promise that, from now on, instead of smoking a cigarette, I will ask how was your day.