You don't have to keep feeling like this. You don't have to keep being someone you don't want to be. Neither of us do.

[And now, at last, he passes off his coffee cup to Star, mostly untouched, in favor of sliding back to support himself better against the wall and opening his arms loosely in invitation.]

I'm mad at you. Doesn't mean I hate you, or that my feelings have changed. So come here...if you want. Huh?