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Oh my god.

She likes you, so I assume she doesn't like people who beat around the bush.

I take back all that nice shit I said about you. God, you piss me off.

Oh come on, I'll be tactful.

I'll make sure if she's mad at anyone it's me.

You can't make her feel a certain way. Don't you know a fucking thing about women?

...No, of course you don't.

I fucking have a type and it's stubborn assholes. You're unbelievable. "Oh, Trevor, I can't wait a few years to get what I want even though I waited a decade before, please ruin your future."

[A scoff] Alec is plenty stubborn but remind me to tell you about Lisbeth sometime.

I'm going to make sure you have a better future. You know that, right?

I know that I'm demoting myself on a hunch that might or might not work. And if it doesn't, I'm stuck here just as long as you. Probably longer.

[Longer than Lark? Please, Trevor. No one is as stupid about graduating as Lark Tennant.]

...Thank you.

You're welcome.

And I'll talk to Sypha.

I will, too. It's only fair.

Good, because I have no idea how I'm going to explain this to her.

I'll take the blame.

This can work. I believe it to my bones, this can work. And it will keep you together with her, too.

Save that negotiator tone of voice for her, you've already convinced me. And you're going to need it.

Okay. [A long breath in] All right I'm going to go find her after dinner.

All right. We're having fish.

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