[Ren's apartment.]
Hannah had been happy to receive the invitation to see Ren. She really, really wanted to know how he'd been doing since things went badly with Louis, and she'd kind of just been waiting for him to come to her, to be ready to talk, and she'd taken this invitation to mean he was ready. It was nice, too, to focus on someone else and to get out of her own head. She hadn't forgotten the New Year's resolution made with Jeremiah on the roof in the Capital, and she was thinking about being free, about how she could be free, and it was nice to stop thinking. Stop, stop, stop, and so she was here and on Ren's couch, comfortable, and her legs tucked to the side, and she was tipsy, and he was tipsy, and it felt nice, familiar and comfortable.
"Peter Pan would be wonderful! It's a great story," she said, because she'd watched the original cartoon lately, and she assumed the story itself, the original one, was similar. "I think Wendy loves him forever, even though he's obviously not really good marriage material," she said. She could get drunk. Getting drunk, getting buzzed, getting high, it was all part of her programming. She could do everything, everything that real girls could do, and that was why she cost millions and millions and billions.
She had to think about what she'd read, and she sipped her beer as she tried to make the title of the book surface. "Oh! I read The Bridges of Madison County," she finally said, pleased with herself for remembering. "Have you read it? It's beautiful and sad and beautiful." She sighed wistfully, and then she remembered. "How are you, Ren? Have you talked to Louis recently? Have you been spending time with people? Tell me all the things. Tell me every single, single one."