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Robin: I had an idea at dinner-.. stand there.
Clementine: I’ve never been good in front of a camera…
Robin: It’s just an experiment.
Clementine: Oh?
Robin: You’d think there’d be more proof of ghosts existing if people could take pictures of ‘em, right?
Clementine: Then perhaps we already know the outcome of this experiment?
[Robin hummed, staring at the screen of his camera with a mixture of resignation and disappointment]
Clementine: Well?
Robin: You’re not there.
Clementine: You don’t sound too surprised.
Robin: I s’pose I’m not-.. do you even exist, Clem?
Clementine: Ohh, that’s a loaded question, isn’t it?
[Robin threw himself onto the couch, letting out a sigh far too wearisome for someone his age]
Robin: No one else can see or hear you, and you’re technically not tangibly here either… What if you’re just in my head? What if there’s something like, majorly wrong with me?
Clementine: I think you’re just special, darlin’.
Robin: Weird, you mean.
[Robin flexed his fingers against his chest, wondering what on earth had made him so different from everyone else]
Robin: Did I tell you I made a friend on holiday?
Clementine: How lovely!
Robin: I guess-.. ‘cept I couldn’t even talk to her.
Clementine: Oh.
Robin: I always thought it was a choice n’ stuff-.. I’m starting to think I might just be broken though, like someone didn’t put me together right, or forgot to turn off creative mode before saving my character.
[Robin’s comparison to a video game went straight over Clementine’s head, but it seemed more like he was thinking aloud than expecting a reply, so she didn’t interrupt him]
Robin: I bet Alex would believe me-.. I got the feeling she was different too, maybe…
Clementine: What makes you think that?
Robin: I don’t know, vibes-.. wishful thinking?
[Robin could have gone on, but someone had finally discovered that he wasn’t in bed…]
Oscar: It’s way past midnight, what’re you doing up here?
[Robin shrugged despondently; talking to himself, imaginary friends, ghosts? Each excuse more insane than the last]
Oscar: C’mon, we’re not on holiday anymore…
…
Oscar: It’s only been a few days bud-.. she’ll write soon enough.
Robin: How’d you know what I was thinking?
Oscar: I’m a super good guesser.
[Robin would’ve liked to believe that his father possessed the same abilities as him, but he’d be much more perturbed by his son’s presence if that were the case. He closed his eyes with a morose sigh, deciding that sleep was about the best escape he could hope for]
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Clementine: You know, it’s crazy that we’ve been friends for what, ten years? And this is the first time I’ve ever been to your family’s house.
Arthur: I’m sorry about that.
Arthur: Honestly, I hate this place. I’d rather hang out literally anywhere else, but I have the house to myself today, so it’s fine.
Clementine: Oh? Where’s your mom?
Arthur: She’s at work ... overseas.
Clementine: What kind of work does she do?
Arthur: Does it matter?
Clementine: I guess not?
Arthur: My room is through these doors—
Nimue: Arthur?
Arthur: Hi, Mother. I didn’t know you were home. You’re back from your work trip sooner than I thought.
Nimue: Oh!
Nimue: I didn’t know either. It was a last minute thing. Thought it would be a nice surprise.
Clementine: It’s nice to meet you, ma’am.
Nimue: It’s nice to meet you, too! Arthur’s one and only best friend. He’s told me—
Arthur: Can we do this another time, Mother? We’re kind of busy.
Nimue: Of ... course. Let me know if you two get hungry. I haven’t decided whether I’m making dinner or ordering out.
Arthur: Sure, thanks.
Clementine: I chickened out like a wimp. Ren was right there and I ran again.
Arthur: You’ve wanted to speak to him for a while, so why run?
Clementine: It’s been so long, but the memories are still fresh. When I saw him, I just froze. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I did. I always do.
Arthur: What is it that you want to tell him?
Clementine: I don’t know.
Arthur: That’s not true. You know deep down what you want to tell him. You’re too afraid to admit it, but you know.
Clementine: You might be right. Just a little.
Arthur: No, I am right.
Arthur: So, you know what you want to say to him. What do you want after that?
Clementine: I want us to go back to how we were before, but better.
Arthur: And if he doesn’t?
Clementine: At least we’d get everything off our chest and could continue on without regrets. It’s better than living the rest of my life wondering what could have been if I had swallowed my shame and actually spoken to him.
Clementine: Thanks for being my therapist or whatever. It means a lot. More than you’ll ever know.
Arthur: You’re my best friend, Clem.
Arthur: But I demand sufficient payment for my services. Two large pepperoni pizzas, please!
Clementine: Two?!
Clementine: Can you even eat that much?
Arthur: Dunno. We’ll have to find out.
Clementine: That’s so wasteful. You better eat it all.
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