Lanvin wants to admit.

"I need you because your easily lost and you lack attention."

"Huh?"

I need you because you kind of zone out when I'm talking to you, not really thinking about the concepts I consider important to existence. You don't care. You stay right here. Your flag flowing in the direction of the wind. The important thing is you show up and sit down in front of me regardless of what I'm saying to you. You sit there, incredulous."

"You ever thought I could be trying to just get laid."

"For 5 years? What are you an idiot?"

"I've spent all of my sanity years ago."

"No, you're a flag in the moment flapping in the direction directed. But instead most of the time I sit and over crowd my mind with questions like 'why this direction?' While trying not to quite flap my flag until I know the answer. I know I need you though. And I know I don't need you reading the same books I'm reading or seating next to me with Sifu on the North side in horse stance, and then later speaking with your hands and struggling with huge concepts when trying to figure out why the wind blows. Fuck the metaphysics. I need you in this dirty...well filthy cafe reading your people magazine and eating your over size bear claws."

"I like bear claws."

"I like that you can admit that."