QUINCY (spoken)
Look, when I met Vincent—

VINCENT (spoken)
Look, when Quincy and I first actually talked—

VINCENT/QUINCY (spoken)
It was easy. Like unlocking a new part of my mind. Like they'd been there all along

QUINCY (spoken)
I was on the roof—

VINCENT (spoken)
I was on the roof!

QUINCY
He was the cute boy from my philosophy class
He’d blacken his notepad and sketch out the shape
Of a heart or torso with ribcage agape
I leaned over to see what he drew
And I knew their name was Vincent
Because еven though they didn't speak up a lot
Thеy wrote it with a circle instead of a dot
On the I
And I fell a little more in love every time
VINCENT
The cute kid from my philosophy class
They came to class early, so I did the same
They wore round little glasses with a tortoiseshell frame
And their bowtie was always askew
And I knew their name was Quincy
‘Cause they corrected preceptors with perfect control
When they used the wrong name, calling the roll
Every day
And I fell a little more in love every time

QUINCY
The cute kid from my philosophy class
Who I didn't have time to pursue
Found me on the roof of Stutton Hall
Looking for something to do

VINCENT
The cute kid from my philosophy class
Who I thought might have smiled my way

QUINCY/VINCENT
Found me on the roof of Stutton Hall

VINCENT
Just trying to get away
QUINCY/VINCENT
We sat on the ramparts, told stories and laughed
Drank wine with the cork pushed inside
We talked about class and dug up the past
We both had no reason to hide

QUINCY
And I said—

VINCENT
And they said—

QUINCY
"You know, I once had a crush on you"

VINCENT
And I said—

QUINCY
And they said—

VINCENT
"Well, that sucks, because I still do."

QUINCY (spoken)
I still—I mean, I—I never stopped. It’s just, my parents… are Catholic. Like…really Catholic. I'm only allowed to date girls. I'm sorry
VINCENT (spoken)
That's fine, angel. Figured it was worth a shot

VINCENT/QUINCY
And I realized I wasn't
Just a little bit in love anymore

And that's how it starts
In snippets and rivulets
And a growing, glowing feeling
That you can't puzzle out just yet
Every gesture a message
Every secret a sign
Your future's elided
Fused with theirs in one line
So if you’re a little bit in love
And you’re not scared you'll dissolve into bliss
The worst that can happen is they don’t feel the same

QUINCY
But the best that can happen—

VINCENT
The best that can happen—

QUINCY/VINCENT
The best that can happen is this