Page 121 of Method Acting

He started the water, talking non-stop about dinner with our parents, our work, and the local studios that were well-known in scouting circles.

Sex seemed to be forgotten as we showered because his mind was now running on a different tangent.

And that was completely okay with me.

Would I put up with his short attention span, his sometimes frustrating and infuriating childishness, and his flair for the dramatic?

Yes, I would.

Forever?

Absolutely.

The end