ぱと：When did you stop loving me?
Was it while we were still together?
Or was it after Nick took you from me?
あん：My wrist hurts. Uncuff me.
りね：What's with the backpack?
えで：Yeah, I've been thinking that it might be good
if I moved back home for a little while.
Irina's dead. your family needs time to deal with that.
You don't need me hanging around, getting in the way.
りね：To be honest, I already think of you as family.
えで：Come on. I've only been here a couple of weeks.
りね：Your first morning here, you asked if you could take
out the trash. Believe me, you were in my will
by 3:00 that afternoon. Seriously. I think you should stay.
えで：I want to. But my mom's going to be back from her bender
any day now, and I should be there.
りね：That's so sweet of you. Your mom's lucky to have a son like you.
You know, once you make sure she's okay,
you can always come back.
えで：I don't think that's going to happen.
りね：Is something wrong? Did you not like it here?
えで：No, no, it was fantastic. I should just go. That's all.
りね：Okay. Well, can I give you a hug goodbye?
えで：I can't help thinking I would have turned out so different
if you were my mom.