#pr epilogue

marigolde:

you turn me on to the idea of growing old :)

transcript under the cut

Ana Renata: Yep…
Joseph: Okay. How do you feel? |
AR: I don’t know. I mean like, I knew but it’s different to know…
J: I agree.
AR: I don’t know…whenever I thought about this moment in the abstract I thought there’d be more…I don’t know. Seems kind of anticlimactic? A little stressful?
J: C’mon let’s sit.
J: So…we’re going to have a baby?
AR: Yes.
J: Alright.
AR: Can you say something else? Are you okay?
J: I’m…really scared.
J: But I know I can’t let that get in the way. I’ll do my best.
AR: I’m sorry Joseph but I’m going to need more from you.
J: Alright. What do you want me to do?
AR: One, please stop saying “alright” to everything. Also…I think you should talk to someone. A professional.
J: I talk to you about it.
AR: [sighs] I know…and I’m really proud of you. And I love you more than anything in the world but…I have my own anxieties about having a baby. I can’t take on yours too. Not in the way you need me to.
 J: I understand. Okay, I’ll try it. For you. Both of you.
AR: Are you talking about the baby?
J: Yeah…that was weird I regretted it the second it came out of my mouth.
AR: I love you.
J: God, we have so much to do before this baby comes…
AR: I don’t want to think about that right now.
J: Okay. What do you want to do? Anything you want
AR: Anything????
J: Yes.
AR: I want to eat Oreos in our bed.
J: Fuck. You’re going to kill me…just this once
AR: You don’t wanna name it after a Lady Gaga song or something do you?
J: Listen…Alejandro…or Venus…
AR: Baby…