I guess I should probably figure out about getting a job, but I have no idea what I'd be any good at here. Arthur thinks I'd make a good teacher but I don't think anyone would really respect me in front of a classroom. Besides, I'm still not done with my master's, so I'm not technically qualified. But we're going to run out of money and that worries me. I don't know that I'm good at anything useful. Just good at being a student. And designing, and drawing, and building dreams. But nobody is going to pay me for that here.
[Arthur] I've been trying so hard to not ask you why you kissed me on the Fischer job that my tongue hurts from biting it too many times. I don't want to make you answer when we have to tell the truth. That's not fair. I still don't know why you did it, though.