“Real. Does that make me imaginary?”

“It's real interesting to have a soul as a friend, and it makes me feel super special that I've managed it.”

“Does it bother you, me being half naked all the time?”

“She reminded me of what it did to her when I left — what it still does to her when I leave. She feels horrible about bringing that up, but she’s right. I’ll never be able to make up for that, but I’ll never stop trying anyway.”

“But it doesn't make sense for you to love me...”

“It makes me . . . anxious . . . to be away from you.”

“Stop it, Mom, you're making me blush.”