Who even cares what's going to happen tomorrow...

[ well, she will, once tomorrow happens and she loses a fucking leg, but that's not the point here.

stephanie will move towards him, stopping when she's actually right in front of him. ]

Look, I won't pretend to know what's going on with you. I don't understand you, or a lot of the things you say, or even-- this, but... I'm here, I guess. And I'll stay here, with you.