I think it is true. What do you think were the chances of us ever meeting again?
After that December, I'd say almost zero. But we're not real anyway, right? We're just, uh, characters in that old lady's dream. She's on her deathbed, fantasizing about her youth. So of course we had to meet again.
Oh, God, why weren't you there, in Vienna?
I told you why.
Well, I know why, I just - I wish you would have been. Our lives might have been so much different.
You think so?
I actually do.
Maybe not. Maybe, we would have hated each other eventually.
Oh what, like we hate each other now?
You know, maybe we're - we're only good at brief encounters, walking around in European cities in warm climate.
Oh, God, why didn't we exchange phone numbers and stuff? Why didn't we do that?
Because we were young and stupid.
Do you think we still are?
I guess when you're young, you just believe there'll be many people with whom you'll connect with. Later in life, you realize it only happens a few times.
And you can screw it up, you know, misconnect.
The past is the past. It was meant to be that way.
What, you really believe that? That everything's fated?
Well, you know, the world might be less free than we think.
Yeah, when given these exact circumstances, that's what will happen every time: two part hydrogen, one part oxygen, you get water every time.
No, no, I - I - I mean what if your grandmother had lived a week longer, or, you know, or passed away a week earlier, days even. You know things might have been different. I believe that.
You can't think like that, it's...
No, I mean, I know you shouldn't on most things, but - It's just, on this one it seemed like something was off, you know?
So what's it like to be married? You haven't talked much about that.
I haven't? How weird.
I feel like if someone were to touch me, I'd dissolve into molecules.