– I’m taking it.
— Okay.
– What?
— I said okay.
– You’re just going to let me.
— You want it.
– You’re not going to fight me for it?
— No. You want it. You can have it.
– But. Don’t you want it?
— It doesn’t matter. If you want it, I’m not going to stop you.
– But it’s ours. It’s a joint endeavour and if anything it’s a bit more yours than mine.
— Maybe it used to be, but not anymore. And that doesn’t matter.
– Why doesn’t it matter?
— I’m not going to stop you. If you want it, it’s yours.
– What about the rest of them? What if I want them too?
— You can have them.
– Just like that?
— I’m trying to make this easier.
– Easier? For me?
— I’m trying to be nice.
– It would be easier for me if you were being a dick.
— It… I’m not going to do that.
– Of course you’re not. Because you’re not a dick. And also because what you’re actually
doing is trying to assuage your guilt. Which makes it easier for you.
— Why can’t it make it easier for both of us? You get what you want, and I feel less guilty.
– This is not me getting what I want. Don’t try to kid yourself that it is.
— I didn’t mean that. You know what I meant.
– It doesn’t even matter. I wouldn’t be able to look at it without you anyway.
— Me neither.
– What do we do then? Just, get rid of it all completely?
— Maybe we put it away for now. Come back to it in a few years. When things feel different.
– If we can.
— I think we can. Just give it time.
– You have more faith than me.
— Nothing lasts forever. Let’s just weather it and see what happens.
– It would be easier if you were a dick.
— I know. Sorry.
– That’s ok. I should go.
— Are you going to take them?
– No. Leave them where they are for now.
