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The lights went out today.

Damn.

How much longer are you going to stay there?

I got no idea.

I'm really sorry about all that shit, when it rains, it pours.

You like ice cream?

Yeah.

As long as it don't have nuts in it.

Nope, whatever you want on it. I like sprinkles actually, but whatever you want.

I got enough to pay for some ice cream for us, pumpkin.

No, really? Jesus, I was going to offer it to you. For once in your god dammed life just take something from someone.

I ain't a charity case.

. . .

It's an ice cream cone. I'm not giving you a blanket and a bowl of soup.

Not yet, at least.

Heaven forbid I want to help my friend.

If I need help, I'll ask.

Christ.

Whatever, I'm going to beat you up.

oh, and, no you won't.

I ain't in the mood, pumpkin.

Sorry.

*Sighs.* I'm sorry, honey bunny. I don't like seeing you sad that's all.

Not sad. Just ...

Not sad.

Upset, frustrated, disappointed, lost, hopeless, discouraged, unsure, uncertain, tired, helpless?

Take your pick.

I want to go with tired, it's kind of all encompassing.

Works for me.

You know, the offer to run away is always on the table. I'm not trying to trap you into something, it's just a nice out.

Shit, man. That's a tough break.

*lights a cigarette, offers him the open pack*

I'm Anson. You're Brody's friend, right?