Tesla and Ione

I: Stop. Stop walking so fast, Tesla.
T: Sorry. I'm just so...so angry.
I: Angry?
T: ...
I: Look.
T: You wanna ride it?
I: ...Yea.
T: Heh, okay then. Here, I'll spin you.
I: Slow first. I haven't ridden this for a long time.
T: Yea, alright.
I: Ah, slow down. Dizzy.
T: Okay.
I: Jump on.
T: ...You're hair's so pretty. Long and flowing. Don't ever cut it.
I: Okay.
T: Is it gonna snow again?
I: I hope so.

T: When you leaving?
C: Soon.
T: When's soon?
C: Not sure. Why?
T: ...No reason.
C: I'm old, Tesla.
T: Only by five years.
C: That's enough. I don't want to make any more mistakse.
T: I'm...a mistake?
C: No, I didn't mean it like that.
T: When you leave, can I have a picture? I want to show Ione.
C: Sure.

I: Where you been?
T: Nowhere. Here, for you.
I: Ah, pretty.
T: Is it?
I Breathtaking.
T: Colin took it.
I: ...
T: So?
I: I'll give him props.
T: I think you got fatter.
I: No, mine are fine. It's yours that don't fit.
T: Weird, they were perfect yesterday.
I: Maybe it's the weather.
T: I hope so.

T: Ione, you okay?
I: No. I have a very bad feeling.
T: What feeling.
I: Tesla.
T: Huh.
I: How you feeling?
T: I'm fine. You're the one with the bad look on your face.
I: You're really okay?
T: Why wouldn't I be?

T: He left.
I: Who?
T: Colin.
I: Ah.
T: He didn't even say bye.
I: ...I'm sorry.