BROOKE:  Why are you making me walk?
 
PEYTON:  You need to clear you head. Leave the scene of the crime.
 
(Brooke scoffs.)
 
PEYTON:  Besides, we have less of a chance of Chris Keller finding us if we're moving targets.
 
(Brooke mopes and Peyton laughs.)
 
PEYTON:  OK, come on. I know you think I'm not trying to help but I am. OK? I just... I don't know what to say!  (Brooke looks at her)  I haven't exactly been miss sunshine for the past seventeen years - you've always been the silver lining girl.
 
BROOKE:  That was before it was raining men in my apartment. I really, really messed up, Peyton.
 
PEYTON:  Brooke, you made a mistake, OK, we all make them.
 
BROOKE:  Not like this! OK, Lucas told me he wanted to be with me. It couldn't be easier than that.
 
PEYTON:  Alright, honey, I don't know why you're being so hard on yourself. OK, it's not like you cheated on the guy. You guys aren't even officially dating.
 
BROOKE:  Yeah, another brilliant idea from yours truly.  (leans on the railing)
 
PEYTON:  Brooke, it's done, OK? You can't change it but you can fix it.  (pause)  So just go and talk to him. He might be more understanding than you think. You know, he's not exactly a stranger to mistakes.
 
BROOKE:  I can't talk to him, Peyton.
 
(Peyton looks away defeatedly.)
 
BROOKE:  (tentatively)  But maybe you would.
 
PEYTON:  (raises eyebrows)  Me?
 
BROOKE:  You're good with words... and pain and Lucas.
 
(Peyton frowns.)
 
BROOKE:  Please, Peyton.
 
PEYTON:  (shrugs)  Fine, I'll talk to him.
 
BROOKE:  Thank you.  (hugs her)  I love you.
 
PEYTON:  Yeah, yeah, no promises, OK, and u know what? In the meantime, keep yourself busy  (Brooke nods)  don't sit around and feel sorry for yourself, OK?
 
BROOKE:  Deal.
 
(Peyton grins.)
 
BROOKE:  I'm gonna go by Suburban Filth, anyway. I mean, at least I have my clothes.
 
PEYTON:  (without thinking)  I bet you wish you coulda said that last night, huh?  (grins and slaps Brooke's arm)
 
(Brooke looks at her steadily.)
 
PEYTON:  (smile drops)  Too soon?
 
BROOKE:  (almost inaudible)  Just a little.
 
PEYTON:  (nods)  Sorry.
 
(Peyton puts her arm around Brooke and pulls her away.)