Steve McGarrett

“actually… i just miss you.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and where do i go?”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“even if you still do.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once… i was right.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“is this your first time?”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“people lie all the time.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“so what? you did it.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“when did it all happen?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you really need to go.”

“zero fucks given. next please.”