This [he gestures towards the table] isn't how you speak to people you care about, Ryan! This is how we talk. This is—[His arms fall, gaze dancing on the tile floor, looking for an answer]—ours.

How can—how can the three of us speak of anything like this? With this? [His breathing is shallow, his gut flipping. Oren has been forgotten, his words aligning with his own and that's all Mattias needs. Confirmation.

Mattias' brows furrow and his hands search with his mouth for words.] What are you trying to say?

[There's one chair too many at the table. It taunts him and tells him that he's not enough.]