I want to see you.You know where my apartment is. There’s no anchor tied to your ass.
You don’t know that. You haven’t seen my ass.
Someone sounds a little regretful about that.
- Faith: Can I see you?
- Angel: Yes. Are you alright, Faith?
- Faith: Five by five. Just need to give my sponsor a hug.. Or maybe a hand shake.
I want to see you.
You know where my apartment is. There’s no anchor tied to your ass.
No, yeah, I will. There’s just…I need to work through some things first, you know? Make sure I don’t relapse.
Gotta get your training wheels off. I hear ya. Just keep on that old straight n’ narrow. Or…somethin’.
“Hole in the head” is kinda a figure of speech. You on crack?
I get that…I do…I’ll um, see you around, I guess? Maybe not…I don’t really matriculate with society right now…laying low and all.
You gotta get out and face that big bad world at some time, Red. Just don’t be the big bad world.
I just got back in Rome, yo! You kiddin’ me?
I…I’m glad you had a good time in Boston, Faith. I guess I just wanted to say thank you, f-for everything you did for me…and I’m sorry, for everything I did— she did— to you. We did. I… welcome back.
Yeah, well… I’m still not exactly five by five with all the stuff that went down (actually, pretty much none of it) but couldn’t exactly ask for forgiveness for my past crap and not give you somethin’ kinda the same, right? I’ll get past it, Red. Glad you’re back among the sane. Might be a while before we’re tight again though.
