"So I'll see you tomorrow?"
I was hopeful. Maybe this time. Maybe this time.
"Sorry, got a date with Katia. Got to keep up appearances and whatnot."
Nope.
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"So our one year is next week, want to do anything?"
Maybe this time.
"You know we can't, Steve."
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"Where are you going?"
"I have to go hang out with Katia. PR and stuff."
Of course.
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"We're on your dream vacation, Ryan. No one knows you're here and the chances of meeting a fan are so low. Can we please go out?"
"Fine."
Finally.
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"Why is there a girl leaving our room? Looking like that?"
"Uh, well, you see, PR thought-"
"It's always about PR, Ryan! Your image! It's never about us."
"Wait, Steve, please-"
"I'm tired of all this crap. I'm tired of hiding. Do you even love me anymore?"
"I..."
"Exactly. Bye Ryan."
I spun a wheel a while back to pick some ships and this was one I got. I don't ship them, so here this is
bye