Don't-- don't hang up on me! [Speaking to dead air or not, Chase is very confused by all the women trying to say no today, but this one especially.] Then what do you want, Cameron? Half of this is for you.
[And it does. After about the fifth attempt he leaves a message.]
It's, it's Chase. Look, I've been trying to figure this out for weeks. How to ask you... if you wanted... [Stop, pause, rephrase] I want you. But I-- I keep screwing things up, waiting. If we do it this way, I can't do that anymore. You'll know about everyone already.
[There's a long silence, as though he's checking back over what he's said to see that he's covered everything. Seems like it.]
Okay. So, call me. I'll keep you the room by mine.
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just no.
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i'll talk to you tomorrow if you're sane by then.
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What.
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I need you.
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I don't have any interest in sharing.
→ CALL
Right. Okay. That's not a problem. [A beat.] You can have your own room.
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That's not what I meant.
[A pause, that is conspicuously not a sigh, because she's too frustrated.]
The answer is no. Goodbye, Chase.
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[And that, that is the last she has to say to you, because it is followed by a quiet click. If you try again it'll go right to voicemail.]
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It's, it's Chase. Look, I've been trying to figure this out for weeks. How to ask you... if you wanted... [Stop, pause, rephrase] I want you. But I-- I keep screwing things up, waiting. If we do it this way, I can't do that anymore. You'll know about everyone already.
[There's a long silence, as though he's checking back over what he's said to see that he's covered everything. Seems like it.]
Okay. So, call me. I'll keep you the room by mine.