I don’t know. But maybe—we stop calling you “my significant other” and start calling you “Jordan.” And I shut up for twenty minutes. And you tell me what you actually want. Not for us. For you.
(quieter) Do you want me to apologize for having a lot going on?
I don’t think I’ve had an original thought in six months. I mean—I have thoughts. But they’re all about you. Or us. Or what you need. Like I’m the narrator of your biopic.