“Sorry about the mess.”
“It’s fine. Sorry about this.”
“Ah, it’s no problem. I got two alcoholics for brothers. Father. Mother. A whole bucketful. I guess.”
“I’ll bet the holidays are a blast.”
“You know, they are. It’s the only time I’m not eating Chinese food for dinner.”
“Turkey?”
“No. Thai.”
“’m gonna be sick.”
“Ah. Hold on.”
“Don’t wanna be sick.”
“You’ll probably – hold – you’ll feel better if you get it out. Just hold it in for a sec – second – hold on. Anna – Anna don’t you dare puke on this bed – here, here –”
“…water.”
“Yeah. Hold on. Henry, can you –”
“Don’t worry, I got it.”
“Thanks.”
“…I’m tired.”
“I bet. You know, if you didn’t –”
“Here, here.”
“Thanks. Here, sip. Are you finished?”
“I think so.”
“Sip, don’t gulp. Gulping will make you sick again.”
“Don’t feel good.”
“It’ll pass. It always does.”
“Wait! Don’t go!”
“I’m gonna get you a cold cloth.”
“Don’t go.”
“…Henry….?”
“I’ll see if I got any clean ones.”
“Thanks.”
“’m sorry. I love you.”
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