Liar. You've got both your eyes, you could hardly be less pretty than I am.

[She sighs a little, shifting so that she's practically in his lap and burying her face in his shoulder. When she speaks again, it's muffled, and quiet anyway.]

Maybe we'll never be able to get home. God. I hate how much I'd want that, especially after you said you want to go home. I don't know how I'd cope back home, though. I don't know how I'd deal with things without you. Fuck, I don't know. Is it sad to want to stay in a dead-end place like this? I've got nothing to go home to.

...this is ridiculous. I'm ridiculous, double, aren't I?