GUY RAPHAELSON (MARKETING ADVISOR):
((reaches over and puts a finger across Lucise's lips, hushing him. He doesn't seem to realize how intimate that gesture is.))
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Shh, Lucise. Its all right. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to...
I am just trying to be there for you, the same way you were there for me when I became hysterical last night.
The same way you were there for me today when I asked you to come over.
The same way you were there for me last night when I had disgraced myself in the mud.
The same way you were there for me this morning when you made me breakfast.
I didn't ask you to do any of that, and you did it anyway....
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((Guy pauses for a moment, trying to put his feelings into words.))
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No one has done all those things for me.
The last time I had a hysterical attack due to my Erythroenophobia, people just stared and laughed.
You didn't. You probably wanted to, and I can accept that. But you didn't.
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((Guy leans back for a moment, looking up into Lucise's eyes. His eyes burned with unshed tears, but he wouldn't disgrace himself again. Not in front of Lucise.))
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You're.... different, Lucise. You care.... about me. And thats not something I'm used to.
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