Re: Call: Cat C/Reece E
I don't think I could be classy if I tried, Cat. Well, the kind of classy that classy people think is classy. I think I do okay. Plus, we're done aspiring to what we're supposed to aspire to, right? [He laughs a little at her descriptions. Maybe he's not supposed to, but he does.] It turns things around on them. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that people like to put the people they know into a little box. And they don't know what to do when you break out of that box or when you need a different one, or move to a different one on your own. They keep trying to make old labels fit or they overcompensate. Are you going to tell Helena? Eddie seems slow to adjust to everything. So does Sasha, actually. I can see why Jack might find you less intimidating, but you're still pretty intimidating. And me? I think I like you. I think you're... more... open or... something. But, I am too. Maybe. I don't know, it's a weird turn-around, right? Like, I've been twenty before, but it's weird to come back and then be like, oh, yeah, this was what it was like, only now you have experience you didn't before. I feel like I care a little less about things, people, whatever. I think you do too. About making them happy or always pleasing them or... whatever. You know? [Which was a lot of talking. Reece babbles sometimes. He sits up, wherever he is.] You're probably right. Oh, well. [He swings his feet to the floor.] What... should I be wearing?