Allen sits down beside Lucien. Lucien
softens, lies down, head in Allen’s lap. Passing out from the liquor. Lucien closes his eyes and passes out
against Allen. Allen shakes nervously, finding himself suddenly
holding Lucien’s body for the first time. We follow Allen’s P.O.V. as he plays
with Lucien’s hair. Slowly slides his finger down Lucien’s face to
his lips. Lucien’s eyes open. Allen tenses. But
Lucien suddenly takes Allen’s finger in his mouth. Sucks on it.
CUT BACK TO: Lucien’s head passed out in Allen’s
lap. Allen still petrified. We were just in Allen’s imagination.
Because I grew up watching the Harry Potter movies, I think of Daniel Radcliffe as some charmingly weird cousin. Like a family member who I usually only see at special occasions, but at least once a year. “Oh, there’s Cousin Dan again, in the news walking twelve dogs."
“She’s just as alone as you are. But she doesn’t have to be. You could talk to her. Tell her you’d love to sit next to her today and every other day, because life is short, and no one deserves to ride the bus alone.”