คำบรรยาย (en)

You're not letting me take the bed? Nope. I'm sorry for thinking you were a gentleman. An apology accepted. I'm not sleeping on the floor. It really sounds like a pickle. You can't just decide. It's funny. Seems like I just did. Oh my god, you're so stubborn. You know the bed is big enough for two. Absolutely not. Gay, you're lost. Whoa. You're beat to shit. I noticed the numerous wounds on Graham's body and realized just how badly he had been beaten during today's match. Despite not wanting to sleep on the floor, I was moved by my compassion and offered Graham my bed. No, you're just giving me the bed because you feel bad for me. Get back on the bed. I'm taking the floor. I don't need your pity. Graham took my kindness as a display of pity for his wounded pride. He even volunteered to lay out a pillow on the floor. In the end, neither of us slept in our beds. We both slept on the floor. Missing birthday parties. Because my dad wouldn't let me skip practice. Why do you still do it? I could hear Graham's thoughts and understand why he was so determined. His life consisted almost entirely of competitions and training, with little else that could bring him a sense of peace. Somehow, our distance began to shrink. We did it! Yeah, we did it.