Of course I will. Damn, it's been so long, I'm already trembling with the anticipation of getting to see you. And, not only seeing you, but seeing you happy. Because that's what's important - that you're happy. Of course I'll come.
And I will gladly shake the hand of the man who's done what I couldn't do.
What a stupid question. How could you even suspect that I'd agree to that? Have you ever even met me? What's the climate like on your planet, anyway?
I'll tell you what - I'll agree to see you and your dipshit boyfriend as soon as you agree that I can bring along the person you hate more than anyone.
Yeah, I didn't fucking think so.
Have a nice life, and I mean that seriously. But I'll be over here, trying to live my own life.
I need to think about it for a couple of days. It's tempting, but it's more than a little scary. I really do want to see you, but I wonder if I also need to see you.
If the latter, then it's just too risky for me. I've got enough needs in my life right now.
It's been a long time, but has it been long enough? I need to think about this some more. I'll let you know.