Reunited (Epilogue)

By the next week, they were back in Texas. Carrie was spent emotionally.

"I don't know why I'm here, John ... I fucked your son," she said, her eyes red and wet.

"Look, Barbie ... I've fucked my share of skank pussy since we broke up too," John said, holding her in his arms. She sniffled, but still didn't want to admit she fucked both of his sons.

"Yeah, you always did like Heartbreaker's. I mean, we're broken. How can we heal? I'm a dumb bimbo by this point."

"I know, Barbie, I know," John said. "Look. We're broken, absolutely. I'm an addict. You're an addict. And there is a good chance we'll relapse? Are you a bimbo? Absolutely. You're lucky I like bimbos." Carrie snorted a laugh.

"You were always funny," she said, then got quiet again.

"But here is what I do know -- as broken as we are, as fucked as we are, I've never been happier or more complete than when I'm with you. That goes for Cathleen, that goes for anyone."

"Oh, John," Carrie said, as his mouth captured hers, his beard tickling her. "I feel the same way. Of all the choices we could have made, and all the places we could be ... "

"The best," John concluded, "is when we are together. You and me."