Emily: Just. Siddown.
(She pats the bed beside her.)
Dee: But - you're angry at me? Emily: Yeah but we're gonna bloody talk about it. Dee: Oh. I'm really sorry for leaving... I didn't mean to ruin it all... Emily: You haven't! That's not even - It's not that you left! Dee: Isn't it? Emily: No! Dee: I don't understand... Emily: I'm upset, because I missed you, but you don't have to be my friend if you don't want to. You can make your own decisions, and I don't have to agree. Dee: Is that why you stopped arguing? Emily: Yeah. Although I kinda regret it. This turned out to be really frustratingly stupid.
--- Alt text: This isn't how I raised you!