Do you hear that?
Hear what?
You don’t hear it?
No. Hear what?
The sound of my heart.
Nope, She said. I don’t normally listen for that sort of thing.
Ah, well. It’s there.
I’m sure it is. The fact that you’re still fucking talking tells me that. Do you ever in fact stop fucking talking?
It’s weird.
What’s weird? That you can’t stop fucking talking?
The sound of my heart. It’s weird.
Why?
I don’t...