Frankie: You're not watching the Purdue game?
Mike: I'm building a shelf.
Frankie: You're sad. Why can't you just admit that you're sad? It's annoying.
Mike: Well, I think it's annoying that you're bugging me when I'm building a shelf.
Frankie: I'm not trying to be annoying. It's just that I sense that you're holding things in, and if you wanted to talk about it, I want to, you know... Help you process this.
Mike: Frankie, it was just a cat.
Frankie: Named Limestone.
Mike: And he died.
Frankie: In your arms.
Mike: Nothing to process.
Frankie: Except profound feelings of loss, grief, and pain. Mike, just let it out. It never needs to leave this garage.
Mike: Well, I need to leave this garage. Gotta get my hair cut.
Frankie: Well, I would like to give you a hug. Can I give you a hug? [hugs Mike] Oh.
Mike: Okay. Are we good? Can I go get my hair cut now?