"Tommy. Don't say that."

"Hey, don't shoot the messenger. Just saying what everyone's thinking."

"That's not--"

"I appreciate you trying to be positive at a time like this, but-- I mean, it's just you. It's been more time, and no one else showed up."

"What if we tried again? What if we did it another time? I mean, maybe-- they might have just been busy."

"I don’t wanna try again. Everyone’s fucking proved to me that they don’t wanna show up. I’m trying to be in a good mood, but it's--

Can I keep Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?"

"...Yeah, I'll let you keep it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, sure, it can be a, a party favor."

"Thanks, Clay. I knew you would--you're a real one."

"We should--probably head back. If it's just us. Unless you want to use more tokens?"

"Nah, I'm good. You can... you can take them. For showing up."

"You sure?"

"Yeah.

...Where do I go from here?"

"Right now? To your room."

"That's not what I meant, I meant in general."

"Still applies. Sleep on it. Don't do anything you can't take back."

"...Yeah, okay."

There's a long silence. Tommy doesn't really have anything to say. He's pretty sure he understands Wilbur now, though.

And at his room: "It's been--it's been fun talking to you. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow."