"He was desperate, and I wasn't really paying attention."
Esme: ...well...you should've payed attention then...because he promised you me.
"Look, I really wanted to see cutie who was waiting for me at home."
Esme: ...what...?
"His names August....I love him so much..."
Esme: O-oh...ok...So what-what do we do about this...?
"I dunno."
Esme sighs
Esme: Well, shit.
August stumbles into the graveyard with a giant mug of coffee, grumbling to himself.
"I don't wanna marry you."
Esme: Yeah, the feeling's mutual. You're not the only one with someone waiting for them at home...
August stumbles over to Kat
August: ...You're home late...you know I'm not a nighttime person...
