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[endeavors]

[Hi, Tranquility. Remember Andy? He remembers you. Probably. Doesn't matter, because he found the alcohol and drank to forget his latest woe. Except now he wants to do nothing but talk about it.]

She's - she's a great woman. My wife. Maria do Carmo Correia. That's my wife. You probably jus' knew her as Carmo. It's a really pretty name, isn't it? I like it so much. That's a real Portuguese name.

I love her so much. Y'know? And I guess now she's... gone, or something. Back home, right? That's where people go when they don't wake up like the res' of us. [pause. Something got caught in his throat.

Yep, that was a burp.

Absentmindedly:] Sorry.

[Onwards.] But it's a good thing that she's home. I'm not sad. [just pathetically drunk.] Would've been nice to... say goodbye. Kiss her one last time. But now she's with Tomás and everything's right with the world. He's gonna give her trouble without me around, you can count on that.

[There's a sigh, smile present, but it eventually fades to something thoughtful and... well. Sad. Andy puts the glass down and buries his face between crossed arms, voice muffled by his sleeves.]

I jus' love her so much.

[That would be a weird sounding, strangely animal-like whine.

Then he hiccups.]

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[jacked]

Yeah. Me. Face you can't forget.

[Still so bitter.]

How much have you had, man?

[endeavors]

Not enough.

[have a little bitterness yourself, facetwin. Though his sounds a little more childish.]

Why, d'you want some?

[jacked]

No, I'm good staying sober on the nuthouse horror ship. Thinking someone should call closing time on you, though. No one wants to see this shit, man.

[endeavors]

[what. what is this criticism in a time of need.]

No one has to. 'M not forcing them.

[jacked]

You realise you hit the 'on' button, right?

[endeavors]

So?

[says the adult to the teenager.]

[jacked]

So everyone's getting to see you bawling.

[endeavors]

This isn't bawling. [Kids these days!!] I'm just - remembering her. She's worth being remembered, okay? More than - more than your girlfriend, I bet.

[...]

No offense. I'm sure your girlfriend is lovely. If you have one.

[jacked]

I don't do girlfriends, man. [Giant shape-shifting alien queens don't count.] You're giving a great example why not. You gotta remember her at everyone else here?

[endeavors]

[He's thinking.]

Your boyfriend?

[jacked]

[He pulls a face a bit like he just smelled something bad.]

No.

[endeavors]

Just asking. I wouldn't judge.

[He'd judge.]

[jacked]

Wouldn't care about you judging anyway, man. I don't have a boyfriend, girlfriend, any kind of -friend.

[endeavors]

Bet you could. [he points at the camera.] You're not so bad looking.

[Hahaha.]

[jacked]

[That wasn't even remotely funny, Andy.]

I'm not discussing my sex life with you. Or your sex life. [Back to the point!!] You need to stop discussing. And drinking.

[endeavors]

[YOU DON'T KNOW. You don't know.]

What's so bad about discussing? People need to discuss more, if you ask me.

[jacked]

No one's asking you.

[endeavors]

Yeah, well - I wasn't asking you.

[said the grown up]

[jacked]

Yeah, you were. You just did.