Everything else doesn’t matter. Everything else is just us taking pictures of each other while we were on the toilet—Jules’s underwear around her feet—and us stepping out naked onto the roof and asking ourselves if we jumped..if we jumped to the next roof, would we make it.
When it wears off, it’s just you putting things away. This shouldn’t be here. —No. "Why do we have all the chapsticks out?" Because we were comparing them, remember! Oh. Yeah. Well they’re boring now. I’m putting them away. "Good thing we didn’t try to jump that roof!" Yeah. Good thing.
"You want me to drive you?"
"No" —she’s stretching— "I think I’ll walk."
"I’ll walk you."
That time I left the door unlocked.