5- shirtsleeves

 

"When salted tears won't dry, I'll wipe my shirtsleeves under your eyes. These hearts will be flooded tonight, I'll wipe my shirtsleeves under your eyes. Your eyes."

"Kyle, I loved it. Although, I wish I could play like you."

"SEE?!"

"What...?

"You're doing it again!"

"Doing what?!"

"Being your pessimist self! You need to stop!"

"Kyle...I think you need to leave. Go to Janna's or Woody's. I'm tired of hearing your insults."

"They aren't insults, Daniel! They're the truth!"

"JUST. GET. OUT."

"..."

"Out."

"F-Fine."

"Bye, Kyle."