Re: Hunter W./Zee C.
[A pause. Little dots appear in a cluster where he's tapping his pen, trying to figure out what to say.] I don't know, Hunter. City's got me mixed up, along with the bit in my head, but I know I'm worried about people. You being one of them. Wish I could do something so you're not so angry at me all the time. Haven't had a drink in over half a year. And every time I think about hitting the road, I find myself still here. Don't know if I've changed, but I'm sure not the same. [The ramble stays legible for a few minutes, just long enough for him to reread it, but then he scribbles a loose, frustrated line through what he's written. It doesn't actually obscure anything, but it looks almost angry, cutting across words.]