CHARLIE gets in front of BAKER, makes her see him.
Especially not that.
CHARLIE kisses her somewhere. He scampers off
quickly into the kitchen and grabs a soup can. As
they talk, he puts the soup in a bowl and puts the
bowl in a microwave.
Okay sorry, but so your meeting was really terrible
Maybe. I’m not ready to talk about it. My answer for
right now is nothing.
CHARLIE and BAKER shuffle through their thoughts.
I like that it’s getting cold enough to drink soup!
Are you making that for me?
Thank you! Fuck. I’m starving. You’re sweet.
BAKER grabs a blanket, curls up on the couch. She
rubs her arms for friction.
Jesus. How does this shithole not keep the air out
Well actually I think it’s just that once the cold air
gets in, it can’t get out. Because this place is pretty
air-tight-- not a shithole. Really definitely just,
I’ve definitely said something about this before-- you
know, if the cold bothers you, try and do the latch all
the way after you come in.