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Wiping a tear from Carson’s eye, Greta tells her, "They don’t get to tell us whether or not this is real. That’s us".
Carson: Yeah. Good. …While we’re on the topic of real, what happened last night? Why did you kiss me?
Greta hesitated, happy to be brought out of her down mood. "Didn’t seem like you minded," she said.
Carson: I guess, no, I mean, I didn’t, but why did you do it?
Greta: Some of what you said in your letter and at the bar reminded me of… someone. Someone who was searching for answers like you are, but didn’t know where to look. I thought I might be able to help.
Carson: So that was your way of asking me if my problems with Charlie might be because I’m…different? Nothing else?
Greta looks at Carson and takes a breath as if she were about to say something, but closes her mouth, purses her lips together and says, “We should head back to the house and get some rest.”