Brad: Hey, Hamhead. How's the motorcycle treating you?
Sam: It's a dream, Fudgeface. How are you doing? And how's Freddie?
Brad: It was a little rough at first, but we're doing okay. I guess he just needed some time... you two leaving really hit him hard.
Sam: I sort of thought it might. Take care of him, alright? Just like I'm sure he'll take care of you. And maybe I'll come visit... I just can't yet.
Brad: Don't worry, we got each other's backs.
Brad: And I understand. Just don't forget us little guys when you make it big in the music industry ;) Superstar. (I still haven't forgotten about that.)
Sam: Oh, shut it, fudgeface. That was FOR SCHOOL. But I won't forget you guys. After all, we're still talking, aren't we?
Brad: Doesn't mean you won't get randomly discovered. Because you will. I'm sure of it. And yes, thankfully. I'm glad to hear it :)
Sam: :) ... So, can I ask you a really big favor?
Brad: Name it.
Sam: I know you said you and Freddie have each other's backs, and I don't doubt that for a minute, but... Can you please make sure that Freddie doesn't go back to... 'that place' again?
Brad: Of course I will, but not as a favor to you. He's my brother. I don't want to see him there any more than you do.
Sam: Okay. It's just that... It's been around a year since... Y'know... And sometimes that freaks people out and they fall right back into it. :/