"How the fuck did you manage that?"

"I don't know."

"The door has always worked perfectly before, and then you move in and suddenly it's sticking and jamming. I have a meeting in less than an hour. What the fuck am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know. Christ, Brian, it's not like I booby trapped the door or something. And you're not the only one with places to be. I have a class to get to."

"..."

"..."

"I'm bored."

"It's been five minutes. Michael and Ben are on their way over. We'll be out of here soon."

"Only if they stop laughing long enough to make the drive."

"Brian..."

"I'm. Bored."

"Try on your shirts. That always makes you happy."

"The light bulb burned out. It's no fun if I can't see how good I look."

"If you haven't memorized how your body looks in every piece of clothing in this closet from every goddamn angle, then I'm the queen of England."

"Well, you're half right."

"Brian, I...what are you doing?"

"I told you I'm bored."

"Brian."

"What? You can't pretend you don't want to."

"That not the point. Michael and Ben are on their way-oh fuck!"

"Like I said, with the way they were laughing, it'll take a miracle to get them here at all."

"Shut up and do that again, you asshole."

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