Ça va. Nap time is over.

“I cannot breathe, or see, nor swim,My darkness is composed of him.”

“You mean you don't want to come in and hold my hand while I piss?”

“You're going to the ball?""Aren't you? I was led to believe we had no choice in…”

“Don't tell me it's going to fucking be okay! I am not okay with being that fuck…”