[He could crack some jokes. Tease her about having a fictional boyfriend. But he doesn't. Because as much as this sucks on a personal level to be having unexplained breaks with reality?
As a writer he's fascinated.]
And? Sounds like this memory really struck a chord with you. [He actually sets his glass down. Stop the presses. His hand bobs a few times, fingers thoughtfully gathered into the OK sign as he thinks. So... So, so, so.] Question: the feelings. Are they real? Are we just remembering things? Or are we regaining —to use an inaccurate term— things we're meant to think we "lost".
[His fingers tap the table. No, no. He's posing that thought too vaguely.]
What I'm saying is: if you saw this guy asking for change on a corner. Would you offer him your couch? No question?
no subject
As a writer he's fascinated.]
And? Sounds like this memory really struck a chord with you. [He actually sets his glass down. Stop the presses. His hand bobs a few times, fingers thoughtfully gathered into the OK sign as he thinks. So... So, so, so.] Question: the feelings. Are they real? Are we just remembering things? Or are we regaining —to use an inaccurate term— things we're meant to think we "lost".
[His fingers tap the table. No, no. He's posing that thought too vaguely.]
What I'm saying is: if you saw this guy asking for change on a corner. Would you offer him your couch? No question?