Do you remember when we came down here together? The time we went out on that flat rock?
No. It must have slipped my mind.
We were — You and I, we — It was an important moment.
Whatever. I don't remember it.
And obviously nothing that happened between us was particularly important in the long run, was it?
Okay. Sorry. That was extremely suboptimal of me just now. Are you angry?
Of course I'm angry.
Two years of disappearance. Never calling and not writing back and making everything worse by not dealing. Now you're all, "Ooh, I thought I'd never see you again", and holding my hand and "Everyone hugs you but me" and half-naked perimeter walking. It's severely "suboptimal", Gat. If that's the word you want to use.