Harry: Don't let this get tangled up again.
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Harry: Don't let this get tangled up again.
Mum: I suppose we don't get to decide when it ends.
Adam: I'll protect you from the hooded claw/Keep the vampires from your door.
Adam: I was too scared to let you in. But I'm here with you.
Mum: You promise me that you are going to try with this Harry boy. I hope you make each other a bit happier.
Harry: I didn't want you to see me this way.
Adam: I want to go out. You and me, together, into the world.
Mum: You were always scared of something. Always running away. Do you remember?
Harry: I know how easy it can be to stop caring about yourself.
Harry: How come no one found me? Where are my friends? My brother and sister. Where are my mum and dad? Adam: I found you. Harry: But I don't want you to see me like that. Not like that. In there. Adam: You are not in there. This is you, here. With me.
Harry: A drink? It's Japanese. It's meant to be the best in the world, but I couldn't tell you why. Adam: No, thanks. Harry: Okay. Okay. How about I come in anyway? If not for a drink, then for whatever else you might want. Adam: I don't think that's a good idea. Harry: Do I scare you? Adam: No. Harry: We don't have to do anything if I'm not your type. There's vampires at my door.
Dad: I'm sorry I never came in your room when you were crying. Adam: No, really, it's okay dad. I get it. It was so long ago.
Harry: This your mum and dad? Adam: Yeah. They died just before I was twelve. Harry: I'm really sorry. Adam: Oh, thanks. It was a long time ago. Harry: I don't think that matters. I can't even begin to imagine how lonely you must have been.
Adam: You'd tell me not to cross my legs, like a woman. Over and over and over again. Dad: Did I? Adam: I still think about it every time I cross my legs.
Harry: I dont go home much. Adam: Does that make you sad? Harry: I've always felt like a stranger in my own family.
Dad: I would hear you cry in your room after school. Did the boys bully you? Adam: Not just the boys. Dad: What would they do? Adam: They'd call me a girl. Refuse to play with me. Flush my head down the toilet and flick drawing pens at my face. Dad: Kids are such little cunts. Adam: Why didn't you come into my room if you heard me crying? Dad: Why didn't you tell me what was happening at school? Adam: No, you answer first. You can be honest. Dad: I didn't want to think of you as the type of boy that other lads picked on. I knew that if I was at your school, I'd have probably picked on you too. I can't imagine that's very nice to hear. Adam: I think I always knew that anyway. It's probably why I never told you what was happening to me.
Mum: Maybe I didn't hold you / All those lonely, lonely times. And I guess I never told you / I am so happy that you're mine. If I made you feel second best / I'm so sorry I was blind. Mum: You were always on my mind / You were always on my mind.
Harry: You are queer, right? Adam: Yeah. Harry: That's good. Adam: Well, 'gay'. I can't get used to calling myself 'queer'. It was always such an insult. Harry: It's probably why we hate 'gay' so much now. 'Gay' meant lame and shit. Those trainers are gay. That haircut's gay. This sofa is gay. Your school bag's gay. Harry: 'Queer' does feel polite somehow though. Like all the dick sucking's been taken out.
Harry: I'm assuming you're not with anyone. You're often single. Adam: I suppose so, yeah. Are you? Harry: Yeah. But not for want of trying.
Mum: Your dad told me not to ask, and I'm guessing you're not married because I don't see a ring, but have you got a girlfriend? Mum: I'm picturing her with brown hair, maybe curly, not too skinny. Smart obviously. Adam: You mean like you? Mum: That's nice you think I'm smart. Mum: Well? Adam: What? Mum: Do you? Adam: I don't have a girlfriend. Mum: That's a shame. Adam: I don't have a girlfriend because I'm not into girls, into women. Mum: What do you mean? Adam: I mean I'm gay. Mum: As in homosexual? Adam: Yes, as in - that. Yeah. Mum: Really? Adam: Uh huh. Mum: Since when? Adam: Since a long time ago. Mum: How long ago? Adam: Forever. Mum: But, you don't look gay. Adam: I don't know what that means. Mum: It means what it means. You know what it means.
Mum: They say it's a very lonely kind of life. Adam: They don't say that anymore. Mum: So you're not lonely? Adam: If I am it's not because I'm gay. Not really. Mum: Not really? Mum: And what about this awful ghastly disease? I've seen the gravestones on the adverts. Should I be worried about it? Adam: Mum! Jesus. Please. It's very different now. It's all very different. Mum: Well, I guess I wouldn't know about that.
Dad: What do you think we should say to each other? I'm not sure I've much wisdom to share. Maybe Adam, being older, should be sharing some with us! Adam: Maybe we don't need to say anything. Dad: Maybe. Although I will say that getting to know you has made us very proud. Adam: I'm not sure I've done much to be proud of. I've muddled through at best. Dad: But you've got through it. Some very tough times, I'm sure. And you're still here. That's what we're proud of.
Mum: I love you, darling. Dad: You sure? Sometimes I was never so sure. Mum: Whatever problems we had, I'm glad I get to be with you at the end. Dad: Me too. You always did feel a little bit like my lifeboat.
Dad: She's going to be over the moon to see you. Dad: Guess who I found loitering in the park? Mum: Is it him? Dad: Oh, yeah. Definitely him. Look in his eyes. Mum: Yes, it is you! Adam: Hi. Mum: Hi. Don't just stand there. Get yourself inside!
Dad: I want to ask something. Mum: Oh god. Don't ask him. Dad: I have to. Dad: Was it quick? Mum: Jesus! I told you not to. Dad: How can you not want to know? Mum: What if it was slow and horribly painful? Dad: What difference does it make? Mum: It makes a big difference! Adam: It was quick. Mum: It was? Adam: Yes. Mum: For both of us? Adam: Yes. Mum: You don't look like you're sure. Don't be fibbing. No secrets now. Adam: It was quick. Mum: Ok. That's a relief of sorts. It's been playing on my mind.
Harry: There's no need to be shy around me. Adam: Yeah, that's easier said than done.
Harry: I don't go home much. Adam: Does that make you sad? Harry: I've always felt like a stranger in my own family.
Harry: Why don't I run you a hot bath? My nan says there's literally nothing a hot bath couldn't solve. Adam: I don't really like baths. Harry: Fuck off! Who doesn't like baths?
