H: What are you reading?

A: Not reading. Just dreaming away, you know, looking at these maps.

H: What kind of maps?

A: That L printed off for our holiday to New York. He found them on some random blog.

…

H: A bit weird, aren’t they?

A: Fascinating though.

H: Strange maps always engage you to dream about worlds that are better than those we’re living in.

A: Ey? Don’t you fuck with me, Husten.

H: I fuck with you all the time. You may have noticed.

 

[giggle][more than ... a giggle]

 

A: I will miss you.

H: It’s only a couple of days, honey.

 

No.

 

H: I will miss you.

A: It’s only a couple of days, honey.

 

H: Don’t fucking honey me.  And I don’t want no sight-seeing card. If L insists, tell him to shove it up his …

A: Don’t try and act tough. You’d love a card.

H: I would, lovely. To pin above my apple in the office.

A: Maybe I could map out all the places we’ve been?

H: I know somebody who’d be very keen to see the result.