C: I'm so sorry.
O: It's okay.
J: I'm off to bed then
O: (frustrated) How much longer is this supposed to go on?
C: All this lying, especially in front of Gregor, you know how sick that makes me?
O: If I didn't, then we wouldn't be together anymore. [pause] Man, Christian, aren't you worried that one day the bubble will burst? That Wolle will figure out that you don't shoot up with his steroids. That we are together.
C: No risk no fun.
O: And if you told him all openly what's going on.
C: Pshaw. Forget it. Then all that drudgery was for nothing.
O: Maybe not. By now Wolle knows that you are good.
C: I just had a conversation with Wolle, about a gay boxer her had under contract. When it came out he was *gone*, career gone. [breathes deeply] Olli, two weeks ago I wanted to out myself. Back then you stopped me.
O: Maybe you are right. Career or truth. Seems that (to have) both of it is not possible.
C: Olli, hopefully you know that our relationship is more important to me than my career. If you ever feel like you can't live with it then I'll immediately go...
O: Hey. [kisses him] From me, you will get any kind of support you need. Just please, take care of yourself.