Jesse

Gotta get that sun.

Don't let the sun go down on me, babe.

So Jesse's like, what if they're just like hand in hand in the air, like welcoming us on the boat?

Well, you're saying you're being yourself.

That's funny because I'm just me.

That's who I am.

I'm just me.

Stop it.

You gotta be me.

My sum is just bigs.

his issues with me from other people so uh then we see a flashback of um jesse jesse happily being messy like hey loving it so carl said that you didn't invest and he was sad and he wrote out a whole email to you that he was gonna he was gonna he was gonna

Say all his, vent all his feelings to you and to say why you're a big piece of shit.

But he never sent it.

Emails instead of saying hello.

Hey, thanks for whoever was snapping.

Nobody applies to work at a Forest Service relay station because they want to be around people.

You apply because you want the opposite.

You want four months of solitude in a concrete block building on a ridge in the middle of nowhere, maintaining radio equipment that most of the agency has forgotten exists.

You want to wake up alone and go to sleep alone and spend the hours in between reading gauges and running diagnostics and watching weather roll across a hundred miles of unbroken timber.

That's what I wanted.