Paul Mescal credited as playing...
- Harry: [touching Adam's chest] Don't let this get tangled up again.
- Harry: How come no one found me? Where are my friends? My brother and sister. Where are my mum and dad?
- Adam: I found you.
- Harry: But I don't want you to see me like that. Not like that. In there.
- Adam: You are not in there. This is you, here. With me.
- Harry: [holding a bottle of whiskey] A drink? It's Japanese. It's meant to be the best in the world, but I couldn't tell you why.
- Adam: No, thanks.
- Harry: Okay. Okay. How about I come in anyway? If not for a drink, then for whatever else you might want.
- Adam: I don't think that's a good idea.
- Harry: Do I scare you?
- Adam: No.
- Harry: We don't have to do anything if I'm not your type. There's vampires at my door.
- Harry: [looking at a photo] This your mum and dad?
- Adam: Yeah. They died just before I was twelve.
- Harry: I'm really sorry.
- Adam: Oh, thanks. It was a long time ago.
- Harry: I don't think that matters. I can't even begin to imagine how lonely you must have been.
- Harry: I don't go home much.
- Adam: Does that make you sad?
- Harry: I've always felt like a stranger in my own family.
- Harry: [to Adam] I know how easy it can be to stop caring about yourself.
- Harry: [to Adam] Been thinking about you all week today. I was thinking about watching crappy TV with you on a Friday night. Watching old episodes of Top of the Pops from before I was born. Eating takeaway on the sofa.
- Adam: [referring to his parents] I'm trying to write about them at the moment.
- Harry: How's it going?
- Adam: Strangely.
- Harry: You are queer, right?
- Adam: Yeah.
- Harry: [smiling] That's good.
- Adam: Well, 'gay'. I can't get used to calling myself 'queer'. It was always such an insult.
- Harry: It's probably why we hate 'gay' so much now. 'Gay' meant lame and shit. Those trainers are gay. That haircut's gay. This sofa is gay. Your school bag's gay.
- [Adam smiles]
- Harry: 'Queer' does feel polite somehow though. Like all the dick sucking's been taken out.
- Harry: I didn't want you to see me this way.
- Harry: I'm assuming you're not with anyone. You're often single.
- Adam: I suppose so, yeah. Are you?
- Harry: Yeah. But not for want of trying.
- Harry: I've always felt like a stranger in my own family and then... coming out just puts a name to that difference that's always been there.
- Harry: There's no need to be shy around me.
- Adam: Yeah, that's easier said than done.
- Harry: Why don't I run you a hot bath? My nan says there's literally nothing a hot bath couldn't solve.
- Adam: I don't really like baths.
- Harry: Fuck off! Who doesn't like baths?
