I think we should talk.
Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that…
Good, because the more we talk about it, the less of a big deal it is, really.
I wanted you to hear it from me first.
I mean we’re creative people. Why not be creative in our relationship?
I should have talked to you about it first, but, you know…all the celebrities were doing it…
We’re both smart enough to know rules are just invented constructs—it’s not realistic.
I feel bad.
You can’t help it, I know that. I’m not judging. And having more options doesn’t mean that we love each other less. I mean, it’s just a stupid word.
Yeah, it doesn’t mean anything. You’re right. I know it’s not really lost.
Wait a minute—you made a sex tape?
I put it in a safe place, but…you mean you didn’t find it?
You made a sex tape without asking me?
I thought you wouldn’t want to.
You’re mad, aren’t you?
He drops his smiling face in his plastic hands.