[ she steps back and he has to let her go. he has to and he knows it but it's not easy. that will never be easy. maybe it should be, because that's what's supposed to happen after breakups, but scott can't even pretend that it is. he shuffles a little awkwardly, regrouping, like he isn't totally sure what to do with himself. ]
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Denmark?
[ the fuck? ]
Why are we in Denmark?
[ there's a pause, and then. ]
And why do I have a butterknife?