C3: right! Right! Sorry-wait no uh... [clears throat] i mean it. uh... it's much, much better than my room [laughs nervous]. See that you took the whole "bring your own personal or something items" thing seriously
C2: so...? Did you just come in to talk about the decor?
C3: no! no. Gah...
[sounds of light smacking]
C3: [quietly] come on C3...
[shaking exhale of breath]
C3: I just. I needed something new. Y'know? we... it's been a while since we haven't had anything to do with-computer wise i mean. And i know that it's my fault for not being smarter and bringing maybe a damn book but i just began to get caught in all these thoughts and i felt kinda like a mad man y'know-
C3:-and all of them just felt like they were swallowing me a-and just- i needed to get away from it all cause i was thinking of some weird like consericy? or or was it conspercy? con-something? well regard-
C2: C3! He-
C3: -less i just i think i needed something new to happen before i explode in that tiny concrete box and-
C2: C3! Stop!
C2: you're rambling. take a deep breath alright?
[groan of frustation]
C2: no you dumbass. Slower! going to get a panic attack like that geez!
C2: i can see that this is riling you up.
C3: [laughs] more than you know....
C2: listen um... okay. I don't want to have to find out you died from some panic attack. So if it is any help you can come in here if you need to.
C2: only if you make the vists short. I know A1 said that we are allowed to see each other but i stand by the main building's laws first.
C3: o...okay... yeah i can do that.
C2: good. Now...
[sounds of footsteps]
C2: it's been lovely having you here. Good bye C3.
C3: [chuckles] professional as always... Glad to see you haven't changed... See you soon C2.