Joey joins Carla for breakfast and they decide to have a chat.
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"Hey Carla, how you been holding up? How was your first night in a bed last night?" Joey asks, taking a bite of grilled cheese.
"It was horrible." She confesses.
"I bet it was, I've been there."
"Really?" She asks, putting down her fork.
"Yes, my first night was like that too. I tossed and turned for hours and the dreams were bad, I hated it."
"Exactly me."
"It'll get easier." He smiles warmly.
"Does it?" She asks.
"If you really want it to, if you really work on yourself while you're here."
"Hm...that's true." She picks up her fork again, "thanks a lot Joey."
"For what?"
"Not screaming at me."
"I'm not an idiot, I also quite like you, I actually have faith you'll be okay."
"I appreciate that truly."
"Well I can tell you're not threatened by me."
"Oh? Am I that easy to read?" She asks, blushing.
"Well you let me into the bathroom when you showered and you are sitting here in your undies."
"I suppose you're right. I also reached the stage where I just don't care."
"Already?"
"You bet your ass."
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