Travis: I’m not over him. I’m not over Michael, not even a little, and I hate it. I hate that four years on and every morning feels just as painful and awful and confusing as the day he died. And I hate that I have to find a place to hide the mess every single day to even just be a person, and I hate knowing that no matter how well I hide it, the very next morning it’s going to be there waiting for me full force. And I don’t get how you do that. I don’t get how you just…
Vic: What?
Travis: Did you even care about Ripley?
Vic: OK.
Travis: Did you? Because if you did, if you did honestly, if you did care about him…
Vic: Travis I cared about him… I care about him so much that I am scared I am never going to care about anyone like that again, and just hoping that someday there’s going to be another him is the only thing that’s kept from me being entirely consumed by the loss of him.
Travis: So what Theo is another him?
Vic: I don’t know. Maybe, I hoped, but as soon as I found out who he was, it was done because you were more important. I thought about your feelings immediately. I thought about your feelings exclusive, and the most painful part about all of this is you haven’t thought about mine at all. Do you realize that?