Re: Call: Holly/ Noah
[A deliberately wistful sigh.] I remember when you sent me videos and pictures. It's like that song, right? You don't bring me flowers. You don't sing me love songs. You hardly talk to me anymore, when I come through the door at the end of the day. [He recites the lyrics deadpan, but he's definitely got the melody going in his head. Mental singing? Sure. We can call it that.] Buzzkill. When you're out one of these days, I'm gonna just get on a bus. I'll be a state over before you notice. [Which he knows is bullshit.] And is spooning supposed to convey how you're crazy about me, or...?