Withdrawal

"You have a problem."

"I have lots of problems. This isn't one of them."

"Yes it is, you just can't see it."

"Fuck you."

"This is a problem and it's hurting you."

"Hurting me? Hurting me? This can't fucking hurt me. Nothing can fucking hurt me."

"That's a mature attitude."

"Fuck you."

"You are not ok."

"I'm Palomba. I'm always ok."

"We both know that's not true."

"I'm enjoying myself a little that's all. And right now who gives a shit if it's a problem. It's not hurting me, or anyone else for that matter, and..."

"And?"

"I'm happy."

"Happy?"

"Yeah, happy. Or as happy as I've ever been at least."

"But none of it's real."

"You are the last person that should be telling me what's real and what's not. None of this is real."

"But..."

"You are not real."

"That doesn't mean I can't help you."

"Actually...I think that's exactly what it means."

"I thought we were friends."

"Friends? How can we be friends? We're the same goddamn person."

"Fine. Then I have a problem. And it's hurting me."

"What?"

"If we're the same person then I have a problem. And it's hurting me."

"I...never thought of it that way."

"We never thought of it that way."

"I'm...sorry."

"Yeah. So am I."