{gets out of shower and dresses, drying hair in front of the mirror}

{reflected in mirror} "Hello."

{quiet sigh} "Hello."

{steps out of mirror} "How was your vacation?"

"It was mostly okay. You were there for some of it, you should know."

{sits on the edge of the counter} "That's true. Shame I couldn't be there for your shutdown, I would have loved to witness it. You were a bit too brain dead for me, though."

{turns from mirror} "What do you want?"

"It's not so much what I want as why I'm here."

"Why are you here, then?"

"You feel insecure."

"Well, yeah."

"I can't blame you, honestly. I mean, look at you." {clicks tongue, walking around Tyler, inspecting} 

"Probably because of all of those diets you've put me on."

{hisses} "You know those were for the best. Speaking of diets, you should go on another. Have you stepped on a scale recently?"

"Yeah." {mumbles indistinctly}

"What was that?"

{quietly} "A hundred and eight pounds."

{eyes widen} "A hundred and eight? That's ridiculous! You've never weighed so much before in your life!"

{lowers head, ashamed} "I know. I'm sorry."

"You are definitely going on another diet, starting today." {paces room, thinking} "You have to ease into it, of course. A normal breakfast is alright, for now. A small lunch and small dinner seem good. What do you say?"

{hesitates, considering} "I'll do it, but on one condition."

"Which is?"

"I'm not skipping left and right like I used to. I'm not eating one meal a day anymore. And if I get real hungry, or feel crappy in general, I'm allowed to eat a snack."

"Hmph. Not what I'd hoped for, but fine. You have a deal."