I see, yes. As though...we're burying the past, in a fashion.
[She's clearly tentative about how she phrases this, having arrived at a thought but not entirely sure whether she wants to voice it, and if she does, in what way.]
Isn't it? Setting aside the old Dave and the old Meridiana...and here, like this, we still are the old Dave and the old Meridiana, a bit. Aren't we?
[She hesitates.]
Not because being married will make it easier to sleep on Thursday nights or...or make either of us stop jumping at knives and washing machines and staircases. But this isn't home. And — it should be both. Home where you are, and home where we're both going to stay, together. And this isn't that, not yet.
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[She's clearly tentative about how she phrases this, having arrived at a thought but not entirely sure whether she wants to voice it, and if she does, in what way.]
Isn't it? Setting aside the old Dave and the old Meridiana...and here, like this, we still are the old Dave and the old Meridiana, a bit. Aren't we?
[She hesitates.]
Not because being married will make it easier to sleep on Thursday nights or...or make either of us stop jumping at knives and washing machines and staircases. But this isn't home. And — it should be both. Home where you are, and home where we're both going to stay, together. And this isn't that, not yet.