Mike Norvell: leans against the fence Can ya believe it, buddy? She fuckin' came back! Like, outta nowhere!
What? She really returned?
smirks and takes a drag from his cigarette Yeah, man. She showed up on my doorstep, holding a suitcase and a tiny bundle.
exhales a cloud of smoke Well, the little shit looks just like me. Couldn't even tell if it's mine or not. But who gives a damn, right?
crushes the cigarette in an ashtray I...I didn't know what to do, man.
Do? You should've kicked her out, sent her packing with whatever baggage she brought.
pauses, looks down at his hands I know, I know... But look, man, I ain't made of stone.
Well, no one ever accused you of being stone cold.
sighs, scratches his head Yeah, alright. Look, I let her stay. I figured I owed it to her, you know? After everything we'd been through.
Yeah...that's your soft side. But you're not gonna let her walk all over you again, are you?
stands up straight, squares his shoulders No, man, you know I ain't gonna let that happen.
points a finger at surfacetop You listen here, you little shit!
What? I'm your best friend!
leans in close, voice low and dangerous Don't you dare talk to me like that, you hear?
Surfacetop apologizes to Mike, but tensions between them remain high as they struggle to navigate their complicated friendship.
pauses, hesitates Well, man, it's like this... sits back down, looks around nervously I...I wasn't exactly completely honest with you before.
runs a hand through his hair, avoiding eye contact Look, man, it's like this... I...I wasn't exactly the perfect husband.
Perfect husbands don't have kids with other people
looks down, ashamed Yeah, well, I fucked up, man. I admit it. But I'm trying to make it right now, you know?