She should not be feeling these things.
She's sitting across from Nicole in a diner only a day after her boyfriend called her weird, finally taking her up on that coffee.
"It's not that good," Waverly says as she looks down into her cup. Waverly is a cappuccino or latte kind of girl, not a leftover-in-the-coffeepot-brewed-yesterday kind of girl. She grimaces as she takes a sip.
Nicole laughs. "Yeah, well. Company's better than the coffee, I suppose." She smiles across the table at Waverly, whose stomach is in knots.
Why does she keep feeling this way? Why does one glance from Nicole send her into a tailspin?
She wishes she had someone to talk to about it. Gus. Wynonna. Shorty. Anyone.
Waverly's eyes unexpectedly fill with tears, and she looks down at her coffee.
"You okay?" Nicole asks, and she places her hand on top of Waverly's. "I know it must've been hard, losing Shorty."
Waverly sniffs. This is the first time anyone's asked her how she's felt about all this, about Wynonna and Shorty and Uncle Curtis and everyone they've lost. Gus is too wrapped up in her own grief, and Wynonna...
"I'm fine," Waverly says. And Nicole doesn't push it.
But they sit at the table, hands touching, and neither girl pulls away.