Custody

We could ask her.

No.

Let's just ask her.

No, she won't want to.

You don't know that.

I do.

Why?

I just do, I know her.

More than me?

Why?

She's my daughter.

Mine too.

She might be your daughter but you're not her father.

That's not fair.

She lives with me.

I know.

Exactly.

But we can still ask her.

She can't make that kind of decision.

She's 15.

She's fragile right now.

Is she?

Of course.

Doesn't seem it to me.

You don't see her as often.

She's smart, she can decide what she wants.

You don't know what she's going through.

And you do?

I live with her.

Have you asked her how she's doing?

What?

You won't even ask her how she wants to sort out her living situation.

I just know.

How?

I just do.

I don't think you do.

It's my job to take care of her.

By making decisions for her?

I'm not making decisions for her.

You are, you've decided she lives with you 7 days a week.

She's decided that.

So she told you this?

I'm her mother, I know.

So you haven't asked her.

I don't need to.

You do.

No I don't.

Yes, you do.

No, I don't! You're the one that doesn't care about her!

Not this again.

Well you don't.

That's not fucking true.

You put yourself ahead of her.

How?

We could have waited until she was out of the house.

And be miserable for 3 more years?

We weren't miserable.

Are you kidding me?

No.

We were – no, I'm not arguing this. I made the right decision.

Try telling her that.

Can I? Because right now I'm not allowed to ask her a simple fucking question.

Don't talk to me like that.

You're so goddman – …

I'm so what?

Nothing.

Come on, what were you gonna say?

Nothing.

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Where is she?

She's in her room.

Can I go see her? Wish her a happy birthday?

I don't know if that's a good idea.

She already knows I'm here.

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Liv.

Make it quick.

Fine.

Don't ask her.

I won't.

I'm serious.

I said I won't.