Re: call: louis d/cris m
[Irritated.] No, I'm actin' like it don't make sense, 'cause it don't. You wanna assume blame from my words, Lou, you do that. What I'm accusin' you of is actin' like the world's ending and jumpin' to Doomsday, which you are. [He shakes his head, repeating Lou's words maudlin and crushed into New York:] I go somewhere, I suppose. I'd rather die. What's the Neosporin? [He pushes something outta the way and it clatters.] What does it consider mortal danger? Does it got to be mortal danger? Do you know if it's done anything since last time? Is it especially close to the surface when you ain't sleepin'? These are the kindsa things that are helpful to know and think about, not about you exilin' yourself to some place 'cause reality's too much and you wanna feel bad for yourself. You got time to do that, but it ain't now.