"i never smoked a cigarette before..."
"good, you shouldn't. it's a disgusting habit. not to mention expensive."
"so then, why do you?"
"why do i what?"
"smoke."
"oh, i'm not sure. i started and i can't stop. but i'd love you. i mean, love to..."

"i'm sorry it's so cold out."
"don't be, it's not like you can control the weather or anything."
"if i could, it'd be ninety degrees right now. or i'd just be on a beach somewhere. just anywhere warm."
"i'd be there with you."
"yeah?"
"yeah."

"hey listen, could you hold my hand a bit?"
"mhmm. why?"
"i think i'd feel a whole lot better."
"well then i'd love you. i mean, love to..."
"you keep doing that."
"i'm sorry."
"no, don't stop."
"never?"
"ever."

and truthfully? i'd love to. i mean, love you.