[Jake and Amir are sitting at their desks. Amir has a hanger sticking out the back of his shirt. Jake's wrist is in a brace.]
AMIR: Hey.
JAKE: ...
AMIR: Hello?
JAKE: Hey.
AMIR: It's me.
JAKE: I know, you're-- you're sitting across from me.
AMIR: What's going on for tonight?
JAKE: Nothing.
AMIR: You know I can barely hear you, I dunno if it's you or if it's me.
JAKE: It's definitely you. We're not on the phone, Amir.
AMIR: Ok. Lemme talk to you later.
JAKE: That's fine.
AMIR: Alright I'll talk to you later.
JAKE: Ok!
AMIR: Bye.
JAKE: What is your problem, and what is in your back?
AMIR: What? (reaches his arm to feel for what's in his back. He grabs it and starts laughing.) Oh my God. Look at this! I walked to work, (he takes out the hanger) there's still a hanger in my back. Ahah! I guess I never took it off of it when I wore it to work.
JAKE: C'mon, man.
AMIR: What?
JAKE: We talked about this. I will only talk to you if--
AMIR: If you don't feel pity, I know, I'm sorry.
JAKE: ...
AMIR: Jake, it's Amir. I feel really bad about before. I hope we can still be gullies, man.
JAKE: ...
AMIR: (scratching his neck with the hangar) Uh... Jake it's Amir again--