What To Do

 

— Look, I’m sorry. I am painfully aware that I ought to have gathered the courage or the patience to tell you to go fuck yourself, but I’m still not sure I ever will. Perhaps I find it painful or else, by now, simply moot. Clearly, I have not thought this through, seen that I’m not even sure that the distinction is important.

— Have you really just told me to go fuck myself?

— It doesn’t really matter anymore, I’m sure you’ll know what to do.