luke: looove.

marc: hey, sweetie.

luke: you know i love you, no?

marc: yeah, and you know you're a stalker?

luke: whaaaaaat? why you say that?

marc: i've got, duuuuh, one hundred sixty-five texts from you, luke.

luke: yeah. that's because i love you.

marc: stalkeeeeeer.

luke: well, yeah. you come the saturday, yeah?

marc: yeah.

luke: you'll...sleep in my house?

marc: better you in mine. i don't wanna wake up and see your dad looking at me like i'm satan.

luke: *laugh* okay, okay. see you the day after tomorrow.

marc: see you then, love.

luke: love you.

marc: love youu.