A park bench. Winter. Ben sits, looking at his phone. Justin enters. Ben notices him.
Ben: Hey there.
Justin: Hey. It’s cold.
Ben: Yeah. Sit.
Ben: Thanks for coming.
Justin: Yeah. Of course. Lunch break so…thirty minutes. Make it good.
Ben: Ha. Okay, so…
Justin: Are you breaking up with me?
Justin: Oh God. Good. Okay. Go ahead.
Ben: Why would you think I’m breaking up with you?
Justin: I dunno. I’m crazy. I dunno. Things have been kind of…weird lately.
Justin: I mean, it’s not that crazy to think you’d just want to end it.
Ben: It’s a little crazy.
Justin: See? Like that. You think I’m crazy.
Ben: You just said you’re crazy.
Justin: That’s different. Everyone thinks they’re crazy.
Ben: I don’t.
Justin: Well, we can’t all be Ben.
Ben: What does that mean?
Justin: Nothing. Nothing. It’s just…you do this ‘perfect’ thing. You just have a way of making people feel inferior because you’re so damn put together.
Ben: It’s not my fault people don’t have the self confidence to deal with mine.
Justin: I feel inferior when I’m around you. Sometimes.
Justin: Crazy? It’s how I feel, Ben. And I don’t know if I can spend the rest of my life feeling that way.
Ben: The rest of your life? You’re talking like we’re married or something.
Justin looks away.
Justin: We’ve been dating for eight months.
Ben: Exactly. Only eight months.
Justin: Well it’s significant to me. We’re not these young queer little sex fiends anymore.
Ben: I never was. And I hate that word, queer.
Justin: It’s serious now. I want to be with the person that I’m with for the rest of my life.
Ben: So, you think about marrying me? After eight months?
Justin: Yes! Yes, I do. And I think about it a lot. What’s the point of staying with someone if there’s not at least the potential of being with them forever? It just gets in the way of finding the real thing out there. Somewhere.
Justin: So you honestly never think about us getting married?
Ben: I do not.
Justin: Then why are you with me?
Ben: Because I like how it feels. Right here. Right now. Who knows what’s coming? No one. So, this is here and this is nice and that’s all that matters.
Justin: I love you.
Ben: I love you, too.
Justin: Do you?
Ben: Jesus Christ!
Justin: Stop! Stop it! Stop making my feelings seem invalid and ridiculous.
Ben: I didn’t say anything!
Justin: You don’t have to. It’s so deep inside of you. It’s down the atomic level. Patronizing and condescending to the core.
Ben: Okay. Well how about you stop making me out to be some loveless monster? I’m tired of having to constantly prove to you that I care about you when anyone can see that I do nothing but. I’m not keeping you here. If you want to leave me and go out and find that real thing then, by all means, if it’s not me then I want you to go find it.
Justin: Are you not listening?! I don’t want to leave. You…us…this…this is what I want the real thing to be.
Justin: What did you want to talk to me about?
Ben reaches into his pocket and pulls out a key.
Ben: Here. It’s the key to my apartment. I know how much you hate your place and I’m going on that business trip tonight for a few days and, you know, for after that. Any time.
Justin takes the key, exhales.
Justin: I’m crazy.
Ben: You’re not. I know I’m not really the most emotionally available guy and I can be a lot to take. That’s why we work, you know. Balance. Everything about you, even the stuff that makes me want to break something, I love. I don’t mean to be condescending.
Ben: Sometimes. A little. But I never want you to feel inferior. There’s no reason to. First off, I’m far from perfect.
Justin: Now that you mention it…
Ben: And, secondly, you and your ambition and passion and talents…
Justin: Like that painting of your childhood dog I gave you for Christmas…
Ben: Best thing I’ve ever gotten. When I look at you, think about you, there is nothing but awe. And gratitude.
Justin looks at the key.
Justin: I’m totally going to rearrange your furniture when you’re away.
Ben: I figured.
Justin: It’s the real thing.
Ben: Scary, right?
Ben: As long as we keep calling each other out when we’re being idiots I think we’ll be fine.
Ben checks his phone.
Ben: Well, I’ve gotta head to JFK. Flight’s in an hour.
Justin: Yeah, I should probably actually eat something during my lunch break. I’m working a double and Miranda’s been a grade-A ho.
Ben: Total ho. Well, see ya in a few. Movie night when I get back?
Justin: Totally. You’ll love where I put your TV. Knock’em dead out there, my corporate tool!
Ben: Keep serving your way to stardom, my starving artist. I love you.
Justin: I love you, too.
They kiss and exit.