[There it is. The L-word. And as soon as it leaves Baz's mouth, Simon's at a complete loss. Silent. Fucking mute. And he fills up the dearth of sound with an idle tapping of his fingertips against the pumpkin.

He can talk about this. He can. Just...

How?]

Look, I'm just-- I'm worried. About what any of this means. I never really made plans, you know. Because--

[Because he didn't expect to live.]

So I don't really know what I'm doing now. Or going to do. And I think-- I don't know. I feel a mess. I think you deserve better than that.