“I realize I may be a high-functioning sociopath, but I do have … feelings. Do you have feelings, John?”
Benedict Cumberbatch put his hand on John Green’s shoulder. John Green gripped the wheel and steered the submarine around a treasure chest on the sea floor.
“Nope,” John Green said.
“I think you’re lying. I’ve been watching you, remember? You are made of feelings. You cried whilst reading the Staples catalog.”
“Look, I just think it’s nice that people put so much thought into office supplies.”
“John, John…” Benedict Cumberbatch was at his most Cumberbatchly. His cheekbones glinted in the sealight. “Don’t deny your feelings.”
He leaned in closer…
IT IS COMING.
Maureen, Maureen, Maureen!