EXT. GRANDFATHER'S HOUSE -- NIGHT
Travis walks slowly to the house, and see's Megan. There is a long beat.
TRAVIS
You know, you daydream, and you practice this moment in your head again and again until you have it perfectly figured out, and yet, all I can come up with is: Hi.
MEGAN
You look good.
TRAVIS
Do I? I've been drinking.
MEGAN
That sounds about right.
TRAVIS
I'm sure you didn't come all this way to pick a fight. What do you want?
MEGAN
You.
TRAVIS
You had me.
MEGAN
I screwed up.
Travis takes a cigarette, lights it and and puts it out on his arm. He winces in pain, and that starts to laugh. Megan doesn't say anything she just looks on confused.
TRAVIS
This just figures.
MEGAN
Um, okay.
TRAVIS
You would think I would be dreaming, but I'm not. But I have new lovely scar story to tell people at least.
MEGAN
This was a bad idea.
TRAVIS
Funny, I should have said that many a year ago.
Megan grabs his hand, leans over and kisses where the cigarette went out, looks up at Travis and locks eyes with him. Travis's is clearly confused.
TRAVIS
God damn it.
Travis kisses Megan.
TRAVIS
This isn't right.
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