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Those little arguments made his day.

They are already untangling themselves from each other.

Set her free. Why should she sacrifice her second chance for yours?

And yet you can't help but feel a sense of desperation clinging to it.

Squelching one person into another.

You get the distinct sense she's about to confide something to you. But at the cusp, she retracts the words and puts others in their place.

Trying to shrug off the shrill taunts, kicks against toilet stall doors and scribbled lines on cracked walls that take root as undeniable truth.

Real now -- once and for all.

He is exactly like you.

Pure heartbreak. Look at his face. Look what you've done.

A strange look passes across his face, followed by laughter.

You really should have more faith in yourself.

Somehow, he looks more forgotten than when you first found him.

This woman, whoever she is, clearly means the world to him. Probably part of the reason you've found him how you've found him.

Agony breaks the surface. This man is an alcoholic, recently shoved off the wagon.

Half of him half believes it.

Touching. The kind of bond only two pigs can share.

He really isn't.

A joke. They don't care about 'winning'.

Portofiro has been like this since before they were born. They can't remember a different world -- but the song brings it to them.

What can't be forged: The surge of all-engulfing sadness you feel as your hand rests on the page.

Apologise to Eszti's husband.

Not her business, not her problem.

It is, but only in the saddest, most mundane of ways.

Whatever makes him weep, it's not from the past year -- it runs much deeper.

Yana is her own person now. You don't need to betray her trust just because Ramses picked up on some speech patterns.

He wishes you hadn't asked him that.

He's never going to let you forget that you alone came out unscathed the last time.

Pay close attention to what you find in here -- it clearly holds deep significance for your troubled friend.

A stab of pain in some unknown psychic organ.

She recognises no neighbours -- only potential threats.

A deeply off-putting answer, she thinks.

'Don't do it. If you do, I won't recognise you anymore.'

'Don't do it,' her voice says. 'If you do, I won't recognise you anymore.'

Tonight while he lies in his squalid bed, he'll recite it to himself like a prayer.

This still carries some weight with him.

A psychologist would probably call this a side effect of being the object of violent loathing from birth.

One of the few people he can call anything close to a friend.

Nearly two decades gone, and he's still making his home in a cinema: a love that's never died.

Probably thinks you're a strip-o-gram.

Impressed and terrified by the lengths you'll go to to get what you want.

He is 100% stealing the imagery of his beloved's freakouts to use in a music video some day.

So far, his curiosity hasn't got the better of him. Not if would mean hurting her.

This moment, it's important to him. A re-kindling, maybe -- finding warmth among ashes grown cold.

'Did she just abandon us?'

You feel the warmth of shared blood and smokes, in the aftermath. Heartbeats humming in tandem; every small, defiant smile its own flag.

To redeem the failures of your past.

The fresh wound splits back open.

Bags under his eyes, tense shoulders. Yes, this man is very, very tired of it all.

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