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Is everything okay, August?

No.

What's wrong?

Your stupid fiance told me he was an alien and now his aunt wants to scramble my brain and his dad is being an absolute jerk.

Dick and Sally will get over it.

No, but they're right. I don't have any right to know.

I didn't want to know.

Tommy wanted you to know.

Why?

Because he cares about you and you went through a lot together.

And? It doesn't do anything.

It's a big deal.

The whole thing is awkward.

It is.

We're not even dating anymore and he's still ruining my life. Typical.

He doesn't ruin lives.

Tommy told you because you're important to him. And he trusts you and feels like this is something you should know. You're his friend.

Gee. Thanks.

Just thought you ought to know.

And BTW your aunt threatened to scramble my brain so THANK YOU so much for dragging me into the middle of this.

What else was I supposed to do?

How about: Not telling me?

Seriously, Tommy, what the heck am I supposed to do with this information but say "Oh. Okay."

There is no reason for me to know. It would have been much more useful in 1997 when I was wondering what the hell your problem was, not in 2009 when I don't care!

I thought you hated being lied to. Make up your mind.

You don't care?

No, no I don't care. It's just there.

If you don't care, then I don't care.

I'm too old for this.

You realize, don't you, that we're just friends? Because if I think you're misreading me.

Are we friends, August? Because right now, I don't know.

I'm not in love with you anymore. Sorry. But you're still important to me, and I like you, and I wanted you to know the real me, because I thought you'd appreciate it. And I jeopardized things with other people who are important to me, because I thought you were worth it.

Don't prove me wrong.

Yes, we're friends. Why? Do you not want to be friends anymore?

Thank God, Whoa, wait. Why are you apologizing?

Nice priorities.

NO, AUGUST, THE WHOLE POINT OF THIS IS THAT I WANT AND AM TRYING TO BE A GOOD FRIEND TO YOU.

You know what? You're impossible.

I am not. You are the impossible one.

YOU.

Don't talk that way to me, Tommy. You know better.

Do not.

Oh yes you do. Talking back to me is highly discouraged.

We're not dating. I'm going to talk back to you sometimes.

That's...not how our relationships has ever worked.

I'm not a kid anymore.

...

And I did say "sometimes".

Good boy.

That's what Dick just said.