"CUB, I FEEL SO STUPID..."
"WHAT?!"
"EEEH..."
"WHAT YOU'RE SAYING?"
"THE OTHER DAY WE WENT OUT AND I DIDN'T FEEL ANGRY OR JEALOUS CAUSE OTHER PEOPLE LOOK AT YOU. I SAW A GUY LOOKING AT YOU WITH ROMANTIC EYES, AND THEN A GIRL, AND THEN ANOTHER GUY, AND THEN ANOTHER GIRL AND... WELL"
"I'M USED TO THAT. I LIKE IT"
"IT'S SO NOT THE POINT, SUGARCUB. I REALIZED ANYTIME YOU CAN HAVE A BOYFRIEND OR GIRLFRIEND"
"THAT'S JUST NOT TRUE. IT'S THE VOICE OF SCIENCE"
"BUT... WHAT IF? AND I STARTED THINKING ABOUT ALL THE THINGS I'M DOING WRONG"
"THEY'RE NOT TOO MANY. BUT KEEP TALKING"
"I REALLY FEEL GUILTY. I AM SO SORRY AND I FEEL SO STUPID!"
"ONE DAY YOU'LL EXPLAIN ME WHY YOU CAN FEEL GUILT. LOOK. WHATEVER YOU'RE DOING WRONG, FIX IT, DON'T LOOK AT YOUR BELLY"
"BUT"
"I REMEMBER WHEN WE JUST MET. YOU DID NOT TALK TOO MUCH"
"SO?"
"IT WAS COOL"
"YEAH, IT WAS"
"AND NOW SOMETIMES WE CAN'T STOP TALKING. THERE'S NO DATA ABOUT THAT IN THE NET. I WOULDN'T CHANGE YOU, FOR ANYONE"
"BUT"
"YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN GO THROUGH MY AT FIELD AND REACH MY CORE. I WON'T FIND THAT ANYWERE ELSE"
"YEAH?"
"DON'T FEEL BAD ABOUT WHAT YOU DO WRONG, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT, FIX IT, MAKE IT BETTER. IF YOU DO NOTHING YOU'LL JUST KEEP FEELING... "GUILTY"
"WELL. YEAH. YOU'RE RIGHT. THANK YOU, VATER, BRUDER, SOHN"
