Caleb: I didn’t taken anything that wasn’t mine, Officer
Hanna: Are you leaving?
Caleb: I thought you’d be relieved
Hanna: Why would you think that?
Caleb: Because you’ve been treating me like something you scrape off your shoe…at least since our shower
Hanna: Look, I know… I just, I wasn’t…
Caleb: Ready to see that much of me?
Hanna: No… yes
Caleb: And now you think you have to throw down too?
Hanna: What if I don’t want to?
Caleb: That’s okay
Hanna: What if I do want to?
Caleb: That’s okay too…