Re: Call: Cat C/Reece E
I think, yeah, maybe a little. [He laughs.] I don't mind the boxes. Put me in a box, think I'm in a box. It distracts people from seeing what you're really doing, you know? [Sympathetic about Helena.] Yeah, that sucks. How're you even going to tell her? Show up? It might be better than like, just saying it. [He nods at the 'less, but more,' even though she can't see.] I don't blame you. I wouldn't want it back either. But, I mean, it doesn't—well, she probably could've come back from it, don't you think? [Impressed whistle for Sasha asking for something from Cat.] Wow. You must be on a sisterly roll. [A little pouty, but acquiescent.] Who am I talking to now? If it's Jack, I don't know that I want to go there again. [He leafs through his closet.] Comfortable. Like, sweats comfortable? Or, like, I'm-wearing-a-tie-but-I-say-it's-comfortable comfortable?