Henry: Mac, I would feel better about this if you left the firefighting to the professionals!
Mac: I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!
Henry: MAC, FOR GODS’ SAKE!
Lady: Nice ass.
All kinds of drama is going down on the aforementioned beach. Apparently Maury is talking to Mac again and they decided to have a dance. Henry is not very happy about it.
Don’t worry your pretty head, Henry. Mac won’t go back to the man who broke his heart so completely - he’s just a trusting soul.
Mac was kicked out to live with Henry, and I had him take Jacen with him. Because every Moody needs a pug. ♥
Henry: Well…I might be. But I know you just got out of a relationship and I’m not going to take advantage of you-
Mac: Why not?
Mac: Oh. Well, I don’t want you to trouble yourself.
Henry: It’s no trouble, Mac, I’m asking you because I like you. I know you’ve been through a lot, but I heard your life story last night and I think you’re the kind of person I wouldn’t mind spending my life with.
Mac: Henry…it sounds like you’re after something more than a roommate.
Mac: What can I do for you?
Henry: I thought since you’re looking for a place to live and I’m looking for a roommate-
Mac: How do you know I’m looking for a place to live?
Henry: You were in a sharing mood last night.
Mac: So did you just move to Twinbrook?
Henry: Yeah, it’s a nice little town-
And after awhile…
Mac: You’re right! This game is making me feel so much better!
Old lady: Keep your head in the game, boy.
Henry: You know what will help your broken heart, my friend? Foosball.
Mac: Okay. You know, I never caught your name.
Henry: The name is Henry. Henry Goodwin.
Mac: …your last name is Goodwin?
Henry: Yeah. Why?
Mac: …it’s - it’s not important.
Henry: Something on your mind, stranger?
Mac: I’m just having a rough week.
Henry: Oh, that’s too bad.
Mac: …and according to my sister I’d just been sitting there talking to myself all night, which is pretty depressing-
Henry: You know, expressing my sympathy for your situation wasn’t an invitation for you to sit down and tell me your life story.
Mac: But what’s the point of talking to strangers in a bar if you can’t unload on them?