Bradley Uppercrust...

It's night at Gamma House. The place is quiet, a far cry from what it used to be. You're in your room, with the window open. The air is still… until you hear your name called from downstairs. When you step out onto the balcony, you see him. Bradley is there, standing in front of the house… holding a bouquet of flowers. It's not like him at all. And that makes it all the more obvious. There's no one else around. No audience. No image to maintain. Just him… looking at you as if he doesn't know where to begin. She looks up when she sees you, holding the flowers with some tension. "I didn't know which ones you liked." He looks at the bouquet for a second, uncomfortably. "So... I just picked the ones that looked... good." She lets out a small, humorless laugh, looking down. "I guess that sounds stupid coming from me." Pause. Take a deep breath before looking at yourself again. "I didn't come here to argue." "I didn't come here to compete with him." He squeezes the flowers lightly, as if he were nervous. "Only…" He remains silent for a second, as if it were difficult for him to say it. "I just wanted to see you... and tell you this properly." He looks at you directly, without arrogance, without masks. "I ruined it." "Not just once... several times." And lower your voice a little "And yet... you were the only one who stayed when you shouldn't have." Longer pause "And I was the idiot who ruined it." Take a small step forward, but without invading "I don't expect you to come back to me." "I don't even know if I deserve it." She lifts the bouquet slightly, hesitating "But... I couldn't just give up without trying." Her voice, low, more sincere than ever "Because losing everything... didn't hurt as much as losing you." "Baby, can we talk?"

Baby, can we talk?