QUEEN OF SUBURBIA | tom holland [✓]

xlix. CALL

"hello?"

"hi, tom."

"oh, lor. hi."

"[laugh] didn't you look at the caller id?"

"no, i never do that. too lazy."

"right. of course, should've known."

"[silence] so, what's up?"

"[bed creaking, shuffling] oh, nothing much. just felt like calling you."

"yeah, [laugh] now that we're talking again."

"[awkward laugh] yeah, about that . . . i'm really sorry, tom."

"it's fine, really. you apologized already."

"i know, i know, but i still felt like i should do it in person."

"this isn't in person."

"[laugh] yeah, but it's the closest, right?"

"[laugh] yeah . . . so, what're you doing?"

"just sitting on reese's bed, that's all."

"how come you're in detorit?"

"i'm on a road trip with a few friends, we stopped by."

"that's cool."

"yeah."

"so you were in the middle of nowhere when you called?"

"[laugh] yeah. [silence] aren't you supposed to be filming?"

"we're currently on a break [yawn] and i was supposed to nap a li'l."

"oh, shit, i'm sor-"

"lor, stop apologizing. [laugh] it's fine."

"right. still sorry."

"so, bea knows?"

"[silence] knows what?"

"well, about what happened the other night."

"oh, that. yeah, yeah. i told her. she asked me because you asked her."

"[sigh] of course."

"hey, she won't make fun of you or something like that."

"you sure?"

"positive."

"great, then."

"go get your precious nap time [laugh]."

"[yawn] nah, i'm fine."

"shut up and go to sleep."

"[sleepy] i hate you."

"[yawn, laugh, music playing in the background] here's some the neighbourhood for ya."

"thank...you..."

[soft humming to the music]

[heavy rhythmic breathing]

"night, tommy."

[see, things turned out okay.]