Bold = Shane

Italics = Cleo

"Hello."

"..."

"Is there anyone there or have I just dialed one of those ad services?" 

"..."

"I'm not a fair person. I swear I will sue you if you do not reply."

"You most certainly will not!"

"Ah... so she speaks." 

"Of course I speak. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm just going to hang up because my father taught me never to talk to strangers, especially ones who threaten to sue me. So, if you don't mind, I'm just going to do the rational thing and hang up because-"

"I'm going to commit suicide in one months time."

"..."

"I think you have the wrong number."

"It can't be the wrong number, Princess. I picked a random number from the catalogue."

"Why on earth would you do that?"

"Because you, sweetheart, are now my own personal suicide helpline. Your job is to make the last month of my life worth living."

"You have either lost your mind or are seriously delusional." 

"It's a bit of both, actually."

"I was kidding. Do you not understand sarcasm?"

"I do. As a matter of fact, it is one of my favourite defence mechanisms. It's one of the things that drove me to commit to the decision of committing suicide."

"Did Vaughn set you up to this?"

"I don't even know who Vaughn is."

"..." 

"I have a habit of stunning girls into silence."

"Oh great. You're one of those guys with an ego the size of a small planet."

"Is the planet named after me?"

"I saw that one coming."

"Because if so that planet is about to kill itself in a months time and needs a sun to save it."

"I did not see that one coming. Okay...okay. Are you being serious right now?"

"Dead serious."

"Did you...did you seriously just make a pun?"

"Imagine me winking at you right now."

"You're seriously going to kill yourself in one months time?"

"Yes."

"I don't even know you."

"That's the beauty of it, don't you think?"

"There is absolutely nothing beautiful about killing yourself."

"I beg to differ. Just think about it Super-girl. Think about escaping from all the hell life put you through."

"I would love to dwell on the fact that you just said something really deep and emotional but instead I'm going to question the fact that you just called me a DC character."

"I did."

"Why?"

"Because you're going to be the one who saves me."

"I don't know you."

"That's the second time that you've said that."

"I'm aware but you...you can't just do this."

"Do what?"

"You can't just drop a burden on me like this. You say that I'm supposed to save you but I have no idea how. How do you...how do you think that's going to make me feel if you die? Do you think I'll just be able to move on with my life? Because I won't. I'll always have to live with the knowledge that I could have saved someone."

"Just...just think about it. We can call each other nicknames so we don't actually have to get to know each other. Just help each other."

"Something is telling me that that is probably the smartest thing that has ever come out of your mouth."

"So you're in?"

"..."

"I don't like being kept waiting."

"I'm in but on one condition."

"What?"

"I get to call you lost boy."

"Why?"

"For three reasons. One; I just watched Peter Pan so I am in that kind of mood."

"That's a terrible reason. I actually thought Super-girl through."

"What if I had been a guy?"

"Then you would have been Superman. Or if you had been some kind of homicidal maniac then I would have called you The Joker. Or Harley Quinn. Whatever takes your fancy really."

"We're getting off topic."

"I don't care."

"Shut up and let me carry on with my deep, emotional reasoning."

"..."

"Reason number two: I'm going to imagine that you were at the high point of your life before you decided to kill yourself. Almost as if you were flying through the sky, like Peter Pan. Then you fell, thus being degraded to lost boy. Lost boys don't fly. They just watch everyone else up in the sky."

"That's some fancy language you got there Princess."

"I happen to find that incredibly offensive."

"I  just complimented you."

"I am a queen, boy, get it right."

"...fair enough."

"Reason number three: you are lost, inside your own mind. Lost boy."

"I didn't expect this conversation to get this emotional."

" I didn't expect to have this conversation."

"..."

"..."

"Bye. Call you tomorrow."

"Wait, what? Tomorr-"