SCENE: Colin's apartment, morning.
Colin walks to the kitchen from his room. Angie is sleeping on his couch. Colin looks at Angie for a moment, then makes muesli, as quietly as possible.
Behind him, still asleep, Angie rolls off the couch. Colin turns, alarmed at first, then laughs. Angie sits up, rubbing her head.
Angie: "Fuck, that hurt."
Angie glares up at Colin.
Angie: "Stop laughing, you jerk."
Colin: "Are you okay?"
Angie stands up.
Angie: "I fell on my face, man."
Colin: "Do you want some muesli?"
Colin goes to sit at the table with his muesli; Angie follows suit and sits across from him.
Angie: "Where were you, last night?"
Colin: "Arthouse. I needed a drink."
Colin: "Not technically, no."
Colin eats a spoonful of muesli while Angie watches him blearily.
Colin: "And then Josh's sister hit on me, so that was weird."
Angie: "He has a sister?"
Angie: "Is she hot?"
Colin: "Yeah. But also twelve."
Angie yawns and rubs her eyes.
Colin: "So, why'd you come here?"
Angie: "I don't know."
Colin watches her sceptically until she relents.
Angie: "Okay. Don't laugh."
Colin: "I won't."
Angie: "I have had a bad couple of weeks. I wanted to see Tim, but you're the closest I could get."
At this, Colin returns his attention to breakfast.
Angie: "Well, this is awkward."
Colin: "It makes a fucked up kind of sense, I guess."
He glances up at her.
Colin: "I take it Tim isn't the only bad thing, then?"
Angie: "My gran, also. Died."
Colin: "That... really, really sucks."
Colin: "I'm sorry, Angie."
Angie: "S'okay. I think I'm mostly still numb."
Colin: "I know the feeling."
Angie watches him carefully.
Angie: "Do you miss her?"
Colin: "All the time."
Angie: "What was she like?"
Colin: "Crazy weird hippie kid who got dressed in the dark to the point that half of her clothes were actually mine. Liked muesli. She was a freak about muesli. Excruciatingly polite. And funny, and smart."
Colin: "I don't think you would have liked her very much."
Angie: "No, probably not."
Colin: "I can't remember her face properly anymore."
Angie shifts uncomfortably.
Angie: "I feel like I should give you a hug, or something, but. You know."
Colin: "Yeah, it'd be weird. And by the time we got out of the chairs the moment'd be over, which would be awkward."
Angie: "Sorry, though."
Colin: "Me, too."
Proud of their ability to have emotions, they fall back into a comfortable silence.
Colin: "How's your face?"
Angie: "I think my nose might be bruised."
His muesli finished, Colin leans back in his chair, watching Angie carefully.
Colin: "You know Tim went back to Lindsay, don't you."
Angie: "Really? Bastard."
Colin: "I was just thinking that."
They sit in silence for a while.
Colin: "Do you want to go get him?"
Angie: "I don't think he'd come."
Colin: "He loves you. God knows why, but he does."
Angie: "He loves you, too. Out of pity, probably. He still left."