"Are we like— good? Like." Ugh. This is a fucking mess. "I mean, obviously it's nothing we've not done before. Many times. So many times." Not helping. "But obviously we're not like that now and it just sort of— happened. And, I mean, I had fun. We— both had fun? I hope? And just not talking about it's clearly not working because we've barely managed to say a word to each other outside of necessary work stuff for months. And I don't like that. I don't like not being able to talk to you 'cuz I dunno if we're good."