INT. JO AND LINK'S APARTMENT — LIVING ROOM — LATER

Crayons everywhere.
Paper spread across the floor.

Luna sits cross-legged, coloring fast.

Link sits nearby, back against the couch. Watching.
Letting himself land.

LINK
What’re you making?

LUNA
A picture.
Of my friends and my teacher.

LINK
And who’s it for?

She doesn’t hesitate.

LUNA
Mommy.

LINK
She’s gonna love it.

Luna pauses, then pushes the paper toward him.

LUNA
Can you write the names?
So Mommy knows who’s who.

LINK
Yeah.
Of course.

He leans in carefully.

Luna watches every movement.

LINK (CONT’D)
Okay…
Who’s that in the middle?

LUNA
Daddy!
That’s my teacher.
Mrs. G.

LINK
Right. Mrs. G.

He writes slowly. Neatly.

LUNA
And that’s Tim.

Link writes it.

LUNA (CONT’D)
And that’s me—
Flynn—
And Sandy.

A beat.
Luna thinks. 

LUNA (CONT’D)
But Sandy said she’s not my friend anymore.

Link doesn’t react too big. Just present.

LINK
Oh yeah?
Why’s that?

LUNA
Because I didn’t want to play with her
and Emily at recess.

Link nods, keeps writing.

LINK
That happens sometimes.
Maybe she felt sad.
But you didn’t do anything wrong.
(trying to find the best words)
And it doesn’t mean she’s not your friend anymore.

Link finishes writing. Slides the paper back to her.

LINK (CONT’D)
There.
Now Mommy’ll know everyone.

Luna studies the drawing.
Then smiles. Small, crooked.

LUNA
They don’t really look like this, Daddy.

Link smiles back.

LINK
Want to make another one?

Luna brightens instantly.

LINK (CONT’D)
We can bring a few of them.
So Mommy can put them up on the wall of her bedroom.

Luna nods, already grabbing another crayon.

A few minutes later.
A new drawing.

LUNA
Here.
This one’s all of us.

She points.

LUNA (CONT’D)
Mommy.
My sisters.
Scout.
Me.
And you.

Link looks at the drawing.
Takes it in a moment longer.

LINK
Yeah.
That’s all of us.

Luna watches him.
Checks that it’s right.

LINK (CONT’D)
It’s perfect.

A beat.

He looks back at her, softer now.

LINK (CONT’D)
Mom’s gonna love this one.

That lands.
A small exhale from Luna.

LINK (CONT’D)
Alright…
Bedtime.
 
Link gathers the drawings into a small stack.
Careful. Intentional.

Luna watches him do it.

LUNA
Don’t lose them.

LINK
I won’t.

He sets them on the counter.

Somewhere safe.
Somewhere visible.

Luna nods, satisfied.

FADE OUT.