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1: Blake and Wilson sit facing each other at the kitchen table.
Wilson: Dan won’t be here for long. He needs to get over this thing, make it something he can control, so he can enjoy it or forget it.
Blake: I guess I sort of get that, sure.
But what about you?
Wilson: What about me?
2: Blake stars forward calmly, purple cup in hand.
Blake: You’ve been taking care of this messed up dog for a little while, are you okay?
3: Wilson looks to the left, blushing very slightly.
Wilson: Oh, I mean, I’m fine. It’s just a little… I’m a bit tired I guess.
I mean, helping Dan works best if I take a real leadership role here, ya know? And I’m really not used to being… in charge. Like, kinda prefer the opposite.
Not that I crave someone else being in charge, I mean, I do, I just…
Hard to feel, uh, little when you’re busy taking care of someone else, right?
And I don’t really have any good daddys in the area, so…
4: Wilson, eyes shut and blushing, yells.
Wilson: WHY AM I TELLING YOU THIS.
5: Blake looks away and smirks into his cup.
Blake: Just asked how you are, dude…
Hover text: everyone’s happy and mentally stable!!1!