Call me, please.
You guys had some kind of fight?
Angry at myself
because I let her go there.
You worried she's hooking up with somebody else?
No, that is not what I'm worried about.
Well, hey, don't sweat it.
If we get there and both get kicked to the curb,
we meet on the next bus out.
Does your uncle know you're coming?
Did you at least give him a heads up?
Why? So he could slam the door shut
before he even opens it?
I just... he might want some--
Look, don't worry about me, okay?
I have other places to go. Just worry about Hanna.