[Makoto snorts and shakes her head, listening to it all over again rather than asking him to stop. She has to remind herself of that. Remind herself just how fucked this all is.]

I got it, Tim.

[If he continues, she'll probably chuck a cushion at him or something.]

It's stupid, gross, and ten kinds of messed up. But we'll get through it. You included.

[There's a slight pause.]

How old are you, if you don't me asking? Not in like, a forward way. I'm curious.