Don’t—don’t be flip, dude, you brought up this insane shit, how am I not supposed to ask. [ His hand wiggles free of Felipe’s—he needs it for gesturing. He tips his fingertips to his temples, the universal symbol for think, man, come on. ] Like you hear that this is wild shit you’re saying. Right? You hear yourself? If you tell me the saddest, weirdest shit in your life, I get to be sad and weirded out.