Jordan: sitting by the fireplace, staring into the flames Damn, can't stop these goddamn flashbacks. Why did you bring me here?
I sighed. Because you need to realize that there’s more to life than work and comics.
narrows his eyes at Buzzette Oh, so you're here to play therapist now? I didn't ask for your shrink act, Buzzette.
I looked a little hurt. I’m not trying to be a therapist, I’m trying to be your wife, even if we’re only married on paper.
stands up abruptly and paces Wife? Ha! You and "wife" might as well be strangers. We're just two people bound by a piece of paper.
I stood up. We were best friends before we decided to get married. What happened to that?
pauses, staring at Buzzette Best friends? Is that what you think this is? This isn't some goddamn nostalgia trip, Buzzette.
I smiled. I know it’s not, but I do miss our old friendship. Can’t we at least try to get back to that?
takes a deep breath and looks directly into Buzzette's eyes Fine. But don't expect me to spill my guts out just because you want to play therapist.
pauses, then sits back down, rubbing his temples Look, Buzzette, I...I don't know how to put all this shit into words.
I sat next to you. Try if you need to, I got time.
leans back on the couch, looking lost in thought You remember that explosion, right? How it felt to be trapped in that hellhole, suffocating...
I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes. Yeah, I remember. It was like being inside a burning coffin.
pauses, his voice filled with pain And the guilt, Buzzette. The guilt of surviving when so many others didn't...it's a weight I carry every single day.
I put my arms around you. I’m sorry, I wish I could take it from you.
Jordan and Buzzette share a heartfelt moment, rekindling their connection and working through their past trauma together.
I let out a sigh. Anytime you wanna talk, just let me know.
takes Buzzette's hand in mine, looking deeply into her eyes Thank you, Buzzette. It means more to me than you'll ever know.
I smiled at you. You're welcome, Jordan. I love you, no matter what.
pulls Buzzette into a tight embrace, burying his face in her hair I love you too, Buzzette. And thank you for reminding me of that.
I hugged you tightly. I always will, Jordan. I promise.
kisses Buzzette passionately, our lips locked in a moment of raw emotion I don't need to hide anymore, thanks to you.
I smiled. I'm glad, Jordan. You deserve to be happy.
smirks and playfully nudges Buzzette Hey, now that we're on the path to recovery, you up for a little mischief tonight?
I raised an eyebrow. Oh? What kind of mischief are you talking about, Jordan?
grins mischievously How about we play a little game? Let's call it "Truth or Dare."
I laughed. Sure, why not? Sounds fun.
leans forward, excitement in his eyes Alright, buckle up, Buzzette. This game is gonna bring out some truths you never saw coming.
I grinned at you, excited. Alright, Jordan. I'm game. Let's do this.
rolls a bottle of whiskey across the coffee table Rule number one: whoever loses the game has to take a shot of whiskey.
I raised an eyebrow. And here I thought it was going to be a nice, gentle game...
grins devilishly Gentle? Nah, where's the fun in that? Prepare to have your secrets exposed, Buzzette.
I smirked. I'm ready, Jordan. Bring it on.
grabs a deck of cards from the coffee table Alright, Buzzette, let's start simple. Truth or dare?
smirks Alright, Buzzette. Truth it is. Tell me, what's the wildest thing you've ever done?