Black and White

Sophie: I don’t know what you want me to say. Dylan just keeps looking everywhere but Sophie’s eyes.

Sophie: Dylan, what am I supposed to say?

Dylan: I don’t want you to say anything you don’t want to say. You want to say something, say it. Or we’ll just sit here. That’s fine too.

(beat, no response)

Sophie: I fucked up, okay. I never want to - It wasn’t my - Listen, I just, I fucked up, okay? You don’t think I regret it?

Dylan: I don’t think anything.

Sophie: Maybe it’s not as simple as want it to be.

Dylan: Seems pretty simple to me. We’re dating and you slept with someone else. That about right?

Sophie: Life is so easy for you, isn’t it? It’s so easy when everything is black and white. Except not everything is.

Dylan: Yeah, well this is.

Sophie: I didn’t want to.

Dylan: But you did.

Sophie: No, I didn’t.

Dylan: No, I’m pretty sure you did.

Sophie: I did it, but I didn’t want to. Do you get it? It finally sinks in for Dylan. His demeanor totally changes.

Dylan: Sophie, are you serious? She just nods her head and looks down. Dylan takes her hands.

Dylan: Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I had no idea. Why didn’t you tell me?

Sophie: Because maybe I still blame myself. Maybe it was partly my fault, I dunno.

Dylan: No, it wasn’t. There’s never an excuse for that. God, I’ve been such a - I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Sophie, I’m here for you. Okay? If you want me to be. She looks at him gratefully. She nods. They smile at each other sadly, but lovingly.