[she laughs alongside him, just as a reaction. maybe she said something wrong? sure sounds like she did. but then she lets him explain, and she exhales instead of laughing.]

I mean, someone probably would've asked me to do this eventually if I kept running my fuckin' mouth about how sad I was. But no, these are just... late night thoughts that my brain can't shut up about. At least this time I put my name to them.