Oh my god I’d already forgotten this. I can’t believe he said that. And god, her face. And how I wanted to throw up while this was happening.
The way his voice kind of laugh-breaks while he’s saying it. Like he doesn’t quite believe it while he’s saying it, though he can’t say that he’s in love with her yet. Like he’s denying…because he can’t be in love with her. Right? They can’t be in love yet. They only had one night.
even though he’s her boyfriend without the rewards (now featuring rewards) and they’ve been having conversations with each other that you have with your partner for two years now.Thank god for Winston.
I spent all afternoon at work thinking about this line. Just— it’s so incredibly cruel to himself to say that out loud. He’s running headlong at his own heartbreak and everything he’s most terrified of.
(And so unwittingly cruel to her too; her face.)
He’s trying to prove to both of them how unimportant this whole thing is, how it’s okay that he’s making this call on it — and putting those words out there only makes it so much clearer how much the opposite is true.
I’m still so obsessed with this scene because most of the time, I think about this ship from his side, and this was the scene that made me just absolutely go on Jess’s side for a second. Because I think that when he says it, the fact that she’d been thinking about that and considering it (and maybe more seriously than she thought she was) is so clear to her, and it’s like all of a sudden, the option is off the table and she’s like kicking herself at the thought but this is what she signed up for. She wanted passion even if it was harder and hurt more, but she didn’t expect how much it would hurt. Because more than some small part of her was already in love with him, and it only took him rejecting her (in some small way) to remind her just how deep into this she was.
This has all happened in such a whirlwind: from the moment she was shaving Cece’s armpits in the bathroom to now is less than 48 hours. Think about that; so much has happened, but it’s not like she’s really had time to sit down and process anything at all. But she liked it and she likes HIM and having him try to shrug it off, like it’s nothing, is like cold water in the face.
And she thought he was there with her — everything he’s said and done has made it seem like he was there with her — and to feel like she’s suddenly alone in that place — well, there’s a reason she looks so jarred, so sad and kind of small.
… but yeah, he says it and it’s like an anvil falling into the room (a badger falling through the ceiling); they both realize it, right then, right there, even while it all seems to be falling apart. They are kind of in love. Holy fucking shit.
Dead.
No. Not crying. No.
So, I think you should stop with the flirty little comments.
And that eye thing that you do.
“More people came to see us there than anywhere. I think the whole of Australia was there” John Lennon
That man can rock a damn cigarette, lemme tell you.
