Sorry, Baby

Oh, my God! Hi!

Fuck, it's fucking cold!

Ahhh!

-You made it! -I made it!

-I missed you! -Oh, my God, I missed you,

-I missed you! -Yay!

Help me, it's fucking cold!

I cannot believe you still live here.

Yeah, well, you say that every time.

I can't feel my fucking hands, ah!

- Shit me. - Let me take that.

-Let me take that. -It's really heavy.

Yeah, fuck, it is heavy.

Did you bring me presents?

Oh, no, just like eighteen pairs of socks.

I have socks.

Yeah, but your feet are huge, babe.

Ow! It's really heavy.

Oh, my God.

- This is what I think. - Yeah.

When you are having sex with a guy...

Yeah.

-Sometimes-- -Mhmm.

They are saying stuff like,

"You like that."

Mhmm.

You like that.

Mhmm. What is that, even?

Right.

Oh, that's deep.

I think-- I think they mean

you like...

-That. -That.

-Yeah. "You like my dick." -Or that.

But it's like, they like, it's like,

also their dick is their whole self.

So they're like, "Do you like the dick?

Do you like me?"

-"Do you love me?" -"Do you love me!"

"And I am fucking you--

-with my dick." -Right.

And sometimes it's like--

Don't.

No, sometimes it's like...

Oh, God.

Sometimes it's like--

Kinda.

-No. It is. -It's like--

Sometimes it's like you leave your mind

and you're like, seeing it from, like,

-perspective behind. -Inside their brain.

Your butt looks weird.

Sometimes it's like-- right!

So, are you gonna let me read it?

Yeah. But it's not done.

It's not even a proper draft.

But it's a draft.

It's definitely a draft.

Is it still about gay New York stuff?

Yeah, but now it's, like,

dark and like psychological, but also funny.

I will need to read that.

Ahoy!

Is that guy talking to us?

Ugh, I think he just said, "Ahoy."

Ahoy there, neighbor!

Ahoy!

Ugh, he's in our spot.

Fuckin' hell.

I wish you still lived here.

Yeah.

Or closer, at least.

Yeah, I wish you lived closer to me too.

I like it here, though.

Are you sure?

Why?

It's a lot, right?

Still being here.

Well, it's a lot to be wherever.

Yeah. That's true.

School was like--

Ugh, Grad school was... Ugh.

Exactly.

Do you miss me even though you're married?

Yes, I miss you even though I'm married.

Married.

-Ugh. -So grown up.

It's so grown up.

Hey! Hey, you over there!

I'm married!

I'm in a union that the state knows about!

My dad is divorced.

- Oh, that's sad. - Um...

That's okay.

Well, what do we do now?

You're alone.

I don't care whether I'm alone or not.

It's my right.

It's your right.

What do you want? I say he's guilty.

I wanna hear your arguments.

I gave you my--

Ew.

Yes...

Oh.

-Hi. -Hi.

-Can I help you? -Uh, no. I'm sorry.

Do I have the wrong house?

No. This is the right house.

- Are you... - Wait.

No. No.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no.

This is the house, yeah.

- Are you looking for Agnes? - Yes, yeah.

Gavin!

-Agnes. -Lydie.

Oh, you're Lydie. Oh, my God!

Okay, I am so sorry, this is the weekend.

Yeah.

-Ah. -My mistake.

No problem. Gavin is my neighbor.

Gavin, you actually live over there.

Oh, yes. I live there.

-Oops. -That's okay.

Sweet dreams, Gavin.

God bless your lost soul, and have a good night.

-It's nice to meet you, Lydie. -You too.

He's cute.

-Who? -You're fucking him.

No, I'm not.

-You're fucking your neighbor. -No, I'm not.

You're fucking your neighbor named Gavin.

You are.

I'm not. I'm not.

- No. I'm not. - You are fucking him.

- I'm not. - You're fucking Gavin!

-Agnes. -Mhmm.

I need to talk to you about something.

Okay.

Okay. So it's about my body.

Oh, your body is perfect.

Oh, thank you.

But, um, I didn't mean it like that.

Okay...

So I have a baby in me.

-You do? -Yeah.

What? Right now?

Right now.

-Yeah. -What?!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Your body is a miracle.

Oh, my God.

Are you scared?

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, but are you glad?

Yeah, yes. It's good.

Like, I wanted it, obviously.

Like, we tried a million times.

Yeah. You did want it.

-Yeah. -Lydie...

Are you gonna name it Agnes?

Oh.

Yeah. I don't know. I don't know.

Try and think about it.

Wow.

So it must have been good sperm.

Yeah. Thank God for that

random, tall white guy's good sperm.

Maybe I should have his babies too

and then they can be brothers.

Well, he's pretty hard to track down, so.

Well, we have his picture,

so we could look him up.

Can I touch it?

Yeah.

I don't really feel anything.

That's because it's not like a baby yet.

How old is it?

Ten weeks?

So probably really small.

Yeah.

What, like a mouse maybe?

How big is a mouse?

Oh, it's smaller than that.

Wow, smaller than a mouse.

Don't tell anyone tonight about--

Oh, don't worry.

I never tell secrets

unless I feel it is a secret I really wanna tell.

That is not reassuring, babe.

I don't wanna go.

No!

No, we have to. Natasha will kill me.

I feel like... I feel like she's, like, rude,

like, tonally.

Oh, she definitely has a very rude tone.

Right?

She's got a really rude tone.

Are you afraid?

-Yeah. -For the pain?