"Why you up heah?"

"Trouble sleeping. You?"

"Same. Why can't ya sleep?"

"It's a stupid reason, really…"

"I'se don' care."

"Well, okay. I can't really sleep without my teddy bear."

"Teddy beah?"

"Damn. Uh, it's a stuffed bear I sleep with."

"Go on."

"It's like this. I've slept with this bear every night for two weeks before I got here. Not holding it puts me in mind of some things I'd rather forget. Thus, sleeping trouble."

"…"

"I mean, there are reasons I don't want to remember these things, it's just that I don't know if you'd understand and-"

"Jill, shut up."

"!"

"Well?"

"Oh God Snitch, why'd you do that?"

"Because I'se likes ya."

"God, I'm not ready for this. Snitch, I'm sorry. It's not that I don't like you, I do, it's just that I can't deal with this right now."

"S'okay, I think."

"I'm gonna go back downstairs now. 'Night."

"'Night."

A/N: Wow, this is all just kind of what happens when I write very late at night. I really don't know when or even if these convos will take place in Bridge, but I'm using the same universe. Review, please!