Harrison’s Monologue
I’m a talker. It’s what I do, I talk. Since I was a kid, I could talk myself in or out of anything: bedtime, homework, curfew. It’s how I sold cars, sailed through law school, how I got clients and get girls. Hell, it almost landed me in jail if it wasn’t for Liv, but you’re not a talker. You’re action man so I can only imagine what you’ve seen, what you’ve done, what you’ve had done to you and have to imagine because you’re not just a man of few words but the fewest words possible so I fill in the blanks, we all do. So I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to get through to you, me, the man who talks. Some of that is on you for always being so closed up but way more, it’s on me because all my talk and all that game seems like kid stuff compared to who you are, what you’ve been. Like I’ve spent my whole life: trying to get out of homework while you live life of a warrior, of a man. A real-deal gladiator. So I have no idea what to say here… because you make me realize pretty much every day and especially right now…that all I’ve ever been, all I am, all I’ve ever been, was talk. So I’ll just sit here, and I won’t run my mouth with a lot of noise that’s not worthy. So you be as full-on crazy as you want for as long as you need, and I’m gonna be here, right here with you.
Yeah, we got time.




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