I didn’t mean.

You never do, do you? It’s all like some damn game to you. You blunder around, knocking over things, breaking things, ruining things. You don’t care, do you?

I do care. I do. Really I do. It’s just…

What? What is it?

I’m clumsy, I suppose.

Clumsy? Clumsy? You’re not clumsy, you’re a cheat. A cheat and a liar, no a fucking cheat and a fucking liar.

Don’t hate me.

Why shouldn’t I hate you?

Ummm.

You can’t answer me, can you? You can’t be honest. Even once.

I still love you.

Oh fuck off.