I'm riding in a car with H. He's overtired, stressed, overworked. He has very long hair and I run my hand through it. We arrive at a restaurant where we sit with others. We talk about psychotherapy and he wonders if it is helping me, saying that I look very thin. I eat bananas from a cup. Chocolate too? I take more. R. is there. I am working on sound design on my laptop. I move to find a place to sit and work. I play it for R. He isn't listening. Suddenly we are arguing heatedly. He says I am upsetting his emotional balance again. I play another version of the sound design. R. says that piques his interest. I ask him if we could now mix his sound design with mine, going back and forth.