Damn, you’re pretty confident in your awfulness.
[It doesn’t take any thinking when she asks you that question. You’re already nodding with a name in your mind. It doesn’t even occur to you how pointless the action is. Well, at least you have a chance of relating to what it is bugging Rose right now.]
Yeah, I have. So I’m guessing you’ve got some feelings for another girl or something?

I don’t like to mince words. Wax poetic, perhaps, but never to redundancy.
You’re pretty surprised, both with how quickly he affirms his own feelings after so long denying your suggestions to the contrary and with how unfazed by the notion he seems. It seems really uncharacteristic for Dave to do that, which unnerves you. Was this an impostor or something? He definitely sounded just like Dave, and there were ways in which he was just like him, but…it still confused you.
Mm-hm, you could say that. You don’t seem awfully surprised.
You call, and the answer is predictable. Since he’s your John you’re calling, all of the memories line up with those...
[You hesitate for a moment, but in the end, decide against speaking the thoughts on your mind.] Fine. Go ahead.
just name a time and a place, and i can be there. we can hang, talk about things, share pain, and be friends. Your smile...