Chris Decker:
Thanks for, uh, bringing me back. Being around.
Sky:
It's the least I could do. I mean, it's my fault, if I hadn't told that punk to go fuck himself...
Chris Decker:
Hey... It sucks. It's not forever. Okay?
Sky:
Is there anything I can get you?
[shakes her head]
Sky:
I feel really bad.
Chris Decker:
Good.
[she chuckles]
Chris Decker:
Maybe you'll feel guilty enough to visit me every now and then.
Sky:
I bet I can take better care of you than some hatchet-faced nurse.
Chris Decker:
How do you know she's hatchet-faced?
Sky:
Pretty sure it's part of the job description.
[chuckles]
Chris Decker:
Oh? So you wanna be my nurse? Take care of me?
[she smiles]
Sky:
Why not?
Chris Decker:
Mm. What are your qualifications?
Sky:
[strokes his hair]
Well... I can fix a mean omelet.
Chris Decker:
Gmph.
Sky:
I can cook for you.
Chris Decker:
Mm.
Sky:
Make sure you take your meds. Shop for errands...
Chris Decker:
Escape your crazy roommate?
Sky:
Yeah... that too. And I'd be willing to have sex with my patient.
Chris Decker:
Oh. In that case, you're hired.
[they kiss]
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