"Oh yeah even odds he's already guessed to be honest. I kind of like him, he's—a kind of relaxed with the world that is refreshing, contrasted with my constant overthinking. Annnndddd wow now that I put it that way I actually think I see where his plot with Sophie's going. ...day two, I should stop making assumptions. I'm overthinking again."

"If I were writing you and you said that I'd have Sophie shag Monika, and then where would you be."

"That depends, would I get to watch? ...Monika would never let me."

Pat pat. "Some people have personal boundaries. Or so I've heard."

"Can you imagine? Could not be me."

They fetch up at the dorms. "...you know, I think even I'm starting to notice when things take a narratively appropriate amount of time?" Edmund muses. "Unless I'm just making that up, but."

"You absolutely are not. The trick is just not paying attention to your surroundings so that the narration or whatever it is that's happening that's like a narration doesn't have to show it to the audience, then they can just claim it worked fine. Of course then we ruin it by hanging this lampshade but honestly if the audience weren't interested in this kind of fourth-wall leaning shenanigans they would have moved on to other stories by now, it's a whole theme."

"I'll remember that... maybe I'll pay more attention next time, to have more time with you."

Goodbye kiss?

Goodbye kiss! "I'll see you tomorrow, handsome."

And into his room he goes.