«20.»
«Do you want to talk today?»
«No.»
«Watch a movie?»
«No.»
«You're pissing me off. What if I want to talk?»
«That's what you have friends for.»
«I want to talk to you.»
«Why?»
«Shall we see Titanic?»
«Why, Louis?»
«Because I like talking to you. Here. Are you satisfied?»
«Yes.»
«Is that all?»
«What is it?»
«I just admitted that I like to talk to you, and you just say yes?»
«As you can see.»
«Am I doing something wrong?»
«No.»
«Then why don't you want to talk?»
«Because.»
«Should I be content with this answer?»
«Yes."
«And if I don't want to?»
«Fuck Eleanor, it'll distract you.»
«What? Are you jealous?»"
«Yes, Louis, you understand, I'm burning with jealousy. I've always wanted to fuck Eleanor myself.»
«I didn't know you liked sarcasm.»
«You learn something new every day.»
«You're in a really shitty mood.»
«I told you I didn't want to talk.»
«I don't care. I did it.»
«What?»
«I talked to you.»
Because we can't always win.
Because sometimes losing means more than winning.
Because there are no winners or losers in their history.
Tonight they would both fall asleep with a smile on their lips.
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The Degradation (translation)
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