Conversations.
"An' what've you been up to then, deartháir?"
He blinks. "Nothin' you've not been part of. Or are ya forgettin' that in yer supposed old age?"
"'M serious, Murph. There's somethin' you're not talkin' about... not even t'me."
"...You wouldn't believe me if I said."
"'Course I would."
"You've lost it, haven't ya?"
"Fuckin' knew you'd say that."
"Could of just said 'tell ya when 'm ready to', rather than some shite 'bout places that appear from nowhere."
"'S not shite, ya thick lout!"
"Then prove it."
He blinks. "Nothin' you've not been part of. Or are ya forgettin' that in yer supposed old age?"
"'M serious, Murph. There's somethin' you're not talkin' about... not even t'me."
"...You wouldn't believe me if I said."
"'Course I would."
"You've lost it, haven't ya?"
"Fuckin' knew you'd say that."
"Could of just said 'tell ya when 'm ready to', rather than some shite 'bout places that appear from nowhere."
"'S not shite, ya thick lout!"
"Then prove it."