cleo: cris told me not to come because you didn’t come to me for a reason.
roy: that’s not true, cleo. cris is just protective, yknow.
cleo: i know it is. when i came into your room and saw you packing and i said that awful thing about your dad… just, i’m sorry. you were already so hurt and i could’ve talked to you or tried to convince you to stay, but i’m the reason you left.
roy: cleo, no. you weren’t, okay? believe me. i mean, you’re a dick for what you said that day, but i would’ve left no matter what anyone said. truth is, i wanted to come back to you and mom for so long. but the longer i stayed away, the more i felt that it’d just hurt you two more if i came back.
cleo: mom stayed up every night for months waiting for you by the door while clutching the phone in her hands. she just wants to know if you’re okay.
roy: and i wasn’t. that’s why i left.
cleo: are you still not okay?