Why did I turn this goddamn bike around?

Because you wanted to.

No, cause somehow I stupidly talked myself into the most idiotic thing I've ever done.

Ah, no. That would've been picking up a lost little girl with beautiful brown eyes in the middle of frozen Canada.

So, then why am I doing this again?

Because you know you should.

Oh, right. That makes sense: I know I should. But I don't know what the fuck to say.

Start easy.

Okay, easy.

Like, hey I'm back for a while --

What if I'm not?

Why wouldn't you?

Because I never stay in one place.

Okay, fine, continue lying to yourself.

I ain't lying.

Right, so start off with the fact you need to talk.

Dammit, I'm almost to the mansion and I have no idea what to say.

You need to talk.

About what?

Your feelings.

Hell no. I don't do shit like that.

It's Marie, she doesn't judge you or expect you to be perfect.

She made me her goddamn hero! No, everyone else did. She only made you what you were, a friend.

She fell in love with me.

Yeah, she did.

So then what? She's already fragile.

So you admit her feelings are genuine.

No.

Just did.

Fuck that.

Moving on… There are the gates.

Great.

And look who's waiting in the garage for you.

Oh, shit. She must have heard the bike.

You can do this. Just start from the beginning, take it slow.

Shit…

Don't blank out, you know what you want to say. You've been dancing around it the whole trip back.

Shit, shit…

Pull yourself together, Logan. Its just Marie.

In nothing but her pajamas…

Oh, right --

I can do this.

Exactly.

"Hey, Logan."

Oh, fuck.