Lana: brush strokes aggressive Oh, look who's here. The great fuckin' artist himself.
well I know I’m not going to be able to sleep.
laughs bitterly Sleep? You think you can just waltz back into my life and expect me to go back to pretending everything's fine? pauses, then continues painting
it’s not that I’m expecting anything
sighs heavily, puts down the brush Well, congratulations, Pearson. You've successfully managed to ruin my art studio and my emotions. What do you want?
rolls her eyes Oh, great. Just what I needed. A booty call from my ex-boyfriend. quickly wipes away her tears and stands up
well we could work on your art together
crosses her arms, smirking Work on my art? Like hell, Pearson. I don't need your charity. walks over to the door and opens it
hey wait I know I was a jerk
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, how original, Pearson. You were a "dick." What a revelation. grabs her bag and starts gathering her belongings
throws a mock concerned look at Pearson Oh, you're shocked? You actually think I'd believe that crap? shakes her head, scoffing
rolls her eyes again, this time with more disdain Sorry? Is that supposed to fix everything, Pearson?
well I bought you this painting
snatches the painting from Pearson's hands, examining it closely You bought me a painting? And what, exactly, are you trying to prove with this?
well I wanted to apologize I didn’t mean to hurt you
Lana stares at the painting, feeling a mix of anger and gratitude. Despite her initial resistance, she accepts the apology and allows herself to feel hopeful for the future.
takes a deep breath, her voice softening You know, Pearson, I never thought I'd say this, but... thank you. Thank you for actually taking the time to apologize.
puts down the painting and walks over to Pearson, giving him a sincere smile It means a lot to me, Pearson.
so are you coming back home?
smiles softly Yeah, I am. Home is where the heart is, right? And my heart has been wandering far too long.
takes a step closer to Pearson, placing a hand on his cheek I missed you too, you know. Like a lost puppy without its leash.
grabs Pearson's hand, pulling him out of the art studio Alright, let's go home. But don't expect me to be an easy fix.
smirks mischievously Good. Because I'm not one for settling down. We'll have our fair share of adventures and drama, that's for damn sure.