Let her go home.

Matt shrugged. He wasn't there to make Amy do anything she wanted to do. If she wanted to go home, why should he try to stop her?

"Sure, Amy. You know, I could walk home if you just need to be by yourself for a while."

"Really?"

"No problem. It's just a couple of miles and I could use the exercise."

"Well, you do seem to like your exercise."

"I don't know if I like it so much as I need it."

"Okay. I guess I'll go now, then. And Matt?"

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry I was a party-pooper this date. I know you probably figured you'd get your dick sucked and everything but after what happened with Tanya, I--"

"It's okay, Amy. We're friends. We support each other."

"I just couldn't face the possibility that I would be sucking you and you would be imagining that it was her face you were plowing."

"Come on, Amy. You can't let her ruin your happiness."

"Let her? I'm not letting her do anything. She's doing it all by herself."

"She was acting like a bitch but you're the one letting it bother you."

"Yeah, like you don't."

"Hey, I never said I was perfect. Yeah, that kind of bullshit bothers me a lot."

"Fine. I'm going to go. See you at the bus stop tomorrow?"

"Absolutely."