Nina and Kevin - 11PM Kevin: [answering on the third ring] Hello?
Nina: I -- [there's a long pause, before:] You're not Christina from the DoJ.
Kevin: Nope. [quiet chuckle] Not even close. But I hope you figure out how to get in touch with her.
Nina: Hmm. Me too. [another pause, while she considers this, before she speaks again.] I didn't know wrong numbers were still something that happened but it's a kind of nice surprise. The regularity of it, I mean.
Kevin: [a beat of silence, as he comes to a realization] Uh, yeah. It is nice. I miss stuff like this. [clears his throat] You gonna be okay if you can't reach your friend?
Nina: Yeah, I'm all right. [another beat, longer this time.] What's your name?
Kevin: [quietly] Are you asking because you think you know, or because you have no idea?
Nina: I, you know. I've got… An inkling. Trying to figure out if I'm just really drunk and putting what I'm hoping for on a total stranger, I suppose.
Kevin: I’m not what you’re hoping for, that much I know. [a brief pause, then:] Why are you drinking? You at a party?
Nina: No, I'm… with friends. [there's some quiet while she stands up, looking over her shoulder at Demi and Isaac, and moves a couple of tables away, looking for relative privacy.] How are you? What are you doing?
Kevin: [looks around the inside of his train car and laughs again] Oh, nothing much. Just chilling in the Presidential Suite of the Four Seasons. I got this nice view of Lady Bird Lake.
Nina: [dryly] Sounds like you got yourself a real palace, over there. But you didn't answer my other question.
Kevin: You mean, how am I? I get by, same as anyone.
Nina: That. And the one about your name.
Kevin: [sighs] Always so stubborn. [another pause, as he has to make himself say a name he hasn't used in years.] Kevin. But listen, if you're with friends, I should let you go.
Nina: I thought it might be. [takes a deep breath, closing her eyes briefly, then:] Is this real?
Kevin: Yeah, it's real. [shifts the phone away long enough to scrub a hand over his face] I'm sorry you found out this way.
Nina: [another deep breath, seeking to steady herself, then another] Did you know? That I was still here, I mean.
Kevin: I knew. Not at first, but … later.
Nina: When, Kevin? [vaguely aware she's drawing attention to herself at The Bar, but it doesn't stop her from continuing:] How long have you known I was still alive and did nothing? We mourned you, had a ceremony in the Capitol. [her voice, somehow, remains steady] Tell me how long.
Kevin: It ain't exactly like I got a calendar on my wall, so it's hard to say. Last August? Long enough that any number I put on it is just gonna piss you off, but I -- [he rises suddenly, walking down the length of the train car to stand at a window and look out.] It was for the best, Nina.
Nina: How was it for the best? Please explain.
Kevin: [not angry, just matter-of-fact] You really think, the way Austin is right now, that it’s a good idea for you to be associated with me? That it’s not going to put your position up there at the Capitol in jeopardy to have your kid brother -- an ex-con and an addict and an all around fuck up -- in the picture?
Nina: [with an uncharacteristic, drunken bitterness to her tone] Oh, they already think little of me even with you out of the picture. But it's sweet of you to be so considerate by depriving me and our parents of your presence.
Kevin: [the sound he makes is more of a quiet exhale than a laugh or sigh. something caught between, maybe.] I’ve spent my whole life letting you down, Nina. Why would the end of the world change that?