I know how to say your name... [And he's been working on his pronunciation thank you, Alexei.] I'm going to write you a strongly worded letter in Russian, and then you won't be able to say anything snooty about it. [This is what happens when your partner is smart in very specific ways, Alexei. Some how they get used against you in petty little arguments.]

Something, something, throw you into next Tuesday and create a time paradox, destroying the barge and everyone on it... [Is his helpful suggestion before he has to pause and look at him, opening his mouth to say something but has to try again after he realizes he doesn't actually know.]

I...I feel lighter, and I'm- [a breath out, soft and frustrated.] I felt like...I should have split this up, had two separate conversations...asking where we were, and then asking about being open, and in what way? But the more I thought about it, the more I felt like if I didn't have both of them at once, you might feel like I tricked you...and I didn't know how to fix that...so all together won out.

I know I've already said I'm sorry, but I feel like I missed the mark, that some how I could have done this, found different words, and I wouldn't have hurt you.