Pooh:

“It’s very quiet tonight.”

Eeyore:
“Too quiet. Nights like these make my thoughts louder.”

Pooh:
“What are your thoughts saying, Eeyore?”

Eeyore:
“Same things they always say. That I’m not enough. That I’m too gloomy for anyone to really want around. That I’m just... extra weight on everyone else’s happiness.”

Pooh: (softly, sitting beside him)
“I don’t think you’re extra anything. I think you’re exactly who you’re meant to be.”

Eeyore:
“That’s easy for you to say, Pooh. You’re always cheerful. Everyone likes cheerful.”

Pooh: (looking at the moon)
“But even the brightest stars only shine because of the darkness around them. And I think... I think the world needs a little of both.”

Eeyore:
“I try to be better, but some days I just feel stuck. Like the sadness is stitched into my seams.”

Pooh: (gently smiling)
“Then let me sit with you while you’re stitched. I don’t need you to change, Eeyore. I just want you to know I’m here. Whether you’re gloomy, tired, or quiet — I’m still your friend.”

Eeyore: (blinking slowly)
“You really mean that?”

Pooh:
“Of course. Love isn’t about sunshine all the time. It’s about staying, even when the skies are cloudy.”

Eeyore: (a faint smile touches his face)
“Thank you, Pooh. Sometimes I forget what it feels like... to just be accepted.”

Pooh: (offering a honey jar from the stump)
“Then let’s remember together. I brought honey, and we have the moon. That sounds like a good place to begin again.”

Eeyore:
“It does, doesn’t it? Maybe... maybe this night isn’t so quiet after all.”