EVAN: *flinches, because he's not used to people getting anywhere near him, and sniffles again* You're one of the only ones, then . . . the only reason I know Vince at all is because I helped his girlfriend carry some groceries once . . . because we don't have an elevatorin our building . . . she found out who I was and freaked out, but I guess he thinks I'm okay . . . *shrugs* It doesn't matter.
MOLLY: It matters to me. Obviously this person makes you happy, and it's important to me that you're happy. Evan, you're an amazing, sweet, generous, kind, and compassionate man. You're a great guy, and I wish you could see yourself the way that I see you. Any man or woman should consider themselves lucky to be with you. *casts eyes down and blushes* I know I would...
EVAN: *sniffles* Thanks. But really - it doesn't matter. He's straight. And I doubt he'd want anything to do with me *that* way even if he wasn't . . . *pause* You're pretty amazing to still be sitting here, you know that?
MOLLY:*blushes* Oh no I'm not. I'll be honest Evan, I like you. A lot. Not to sound too desperate, but if you ever decide that you might like to give it a shot with me, I'll be here waiting. I just want you to be happy, and I'll accept the fact that it might not be with me. Whatever *you* want. *a tear trickles down her cheek*
EVAN: *looks horrified with himself* Oh, no, don't cry! *reaches out to wipe tears off Molly's face* I'm really, really, really sorry . . . but I don't know anything about you except that you own a dog, so I don't know if I like you or not. I mean, I like you, you're really nice, but - I don't know if I *like* you. *looks hopefully at Molly, hoping she'll understand what he means*
MOLLY: I do understand. I was going to tell you a bit about myself, but then you mentioned Vince and I didn't get a chance. I'm not sure what all there is to say about myself. I'm from Muncie, Indiana and I really like music. Music is my entire life and I eventually want a career in it. I like children too. I used to work as a nanny until I moved to LA with KT and I really liked doing that. I'm pretty laid back and I don't get angry very easily. Like I said, I have a dog named Arthur and he is the light of my life along with music. I miss Arthur, but I'm sure he's having fun with KT's pug Louis. I'm extremely loyal to my friends and family and I *really* don't like it when people are upset. It makes me want to cry when other people are upset. Especially when there's nothing I can do to help them. I thing that just because a person messed up in the past, doesn't mean it should haunt them for the rest of their lives. Yeah...I really believe in that.
MOLLY: Nah, I'm good. So...um Evan...there's something I was wondering. You said you're at home a lot. So what do you do while you're at home? I mean there's only so many things a person can do at home.
"Yeah, but you could have changed that word too," Green suggests. He shrugs and then scoots closer to Mark and starts rubbing the sponge on Mark's back.
Frank raises an eyebrow. "Oh, you mean my miraculous ability to appear and disappear randomly? Yes, um... I don't really know. I think when I got hit by the transit beam and didn't really die, it did something to me."
KT begins to slowly wake up again, rubbing her head. "Oh.... man, that was weird." Spotting Wilson immediately, she smiles and hugs him. "I think I just had the weirdest dream about you, me, some person who looked exactly like me that tried to take over my life, and Michael Crawford..."