"I ain't ill, I aint sick, I aint injured.. I.. I'm just.. Fuckin'.. F-Fuckin' scared, y'know?"
"Tsss.. It's fine bud, you ain't gotta make excuses, I know how you feel."
".. Really?"
"Yeah, D, I know how you feel. It's gonna be alright, alright? You just gotta get over it and enjoy it while it lasts.."
"I just.. Can't.. Stop thinking about it though, T."
"I know, D. I know. I ain't gotten much better at it myself."
".. Five more minutes?"
"My legs' already pining at me bud."
"Oh, al.. Al-"
"Jus' scooch over bud, we ain't gotta move."
"..."
"D'ah, that's gonna be a bitch tomorrow."
".. Thanks, T."
"No problem, D, you jus' sit here with me til you calmed down a notch."
"...Thanks, T.. *yawn* ... .. ...."
"... D?"
".. Zzz..."
".. Well, stank. At least my legs' fine."


I kept things, a little deliberately vague, the letters are just nicknames, maybe to leave it open to projection.
I might use these characters, or they already exist, who knows.
Have a nice day, though, alright?.