Jenny: It works nothing like that. I’m going to ignore that remark. Marina or not, it was only a matter of time before I came to terms with who I am.

Tim: …Then why be with me in the first place, Jen? Why bother? I mean, why even agree to be engaged to me?

Jenny: I felt safe around you. That’s not what you need.

Tim takes another swig of his beer.

Tim: What is it I need, Jen? Someone to feel scared around me?

Jenny: Someone who can feel loved and can fully return. Something I would never able to do. Tim, if that’s still something you’re looking for then you’re not going to find it sitting here all the time.

Tim: Maybe I’m not looking. I thought I already had it.

Jenny: We’ve all thought something that turned out to be wrong. I thought I could be happy running away from who I am.

Tim: At least you’re happy now.

Jenny: I am. It doesn’t make me care any less about you. I still care about you. I keep getting this…vibe that you’re angry at the world. Don’t become that bitter individual. You’re too good a person, Tim.

Jenny stands from the couch.

Jenny: You’re too good of a man. You should know that I don’t live on the idea of feeding the male ego or caring at all about whether a man can feel enriched at all from my presence. So when I say that you’re too good of a man to treat yourself like this, Tim I mean it. Please snap out of this.

Tim looks up, still seated on the couch at Jenny.

Tim: I’ll think about it.

Jenny nods, detecting sarcasm in his voice.

Jenny: I gotta go. My friends and I and Marina are meeting up for dinner at La Boite. Friends who by the way miss you.

Tim: …They know where to find me.

Jenny: Tim… Misery may love Company, but Company’s feelings do not reciprocate. I’ll tell them you said hi.

Tim stands up, coming face to face with his ex.

Tim: Okay. Please. Tell them I said hi.

Jenny smiles.

Jenny: And that you apologize for being such a curmudgeon lately. And that you’ll eventually come back from under your shell and join the rest of the world that misses you.

Tim: This still isn’t easy.

Jenny: I know. It wasn’t for me, either.

Jenny turns to leave.

Tim: Wait.

She turns her face back in the direction of her ex. She looks at someone she still sees value in as a friend, as hard as it may be for both of them.

Tim: I want my hug.

Jenny sighs with her eyes closed. She walks over, wrapping her arms around the taller Tim’s waist and pressing her head against his chest.

Jenny: It’s going to be okay, Tim.

Tim places his hands on Jenny’s shoulders. He wants to believe her.

Tim: Seriously. Tell everyone I said hello. Bette and Tina especially.

Jenny looks up at Tim as the two engage in their hug and smiles.

Jenny: I will.

Tim lets go with Jenny soon following. He watches as Jenny walks out of the house, closing the door behind her. Upon Jenny’s exit, Tim looks over to his left to see the kitchen light on and a man walking toward him, beer bottle in hand.

Mark: Yeah. Didn’t wanna interrupt or anything. You guys good?

Tim shrugs.

Mark: Women. Can’t live with them…

Mark takes a swig of his beverage.

Mark: …But at least the sex is good.

Tim: …

Mark: Going back outside now.

As Mark exits out the back door and back to the studio of which he lives, Tim is back to being left alone. It is still a feeling not welcome to him.