He watches her, knowing that what she said wasn't necessarily how she felt, but it still stung. His partner – his friend – is crumbling in practically every way. And there is nothing he can do to help her. Only one person can, and her fate isn't known. Rather, they're choosing to act as if they don't know. Scott fears the worst.

"Cosima, let's-." Scott takes a breath of air to counteract what he was about to say, because Cosima is facing away from him, but her head is shaking no, the bottom of her dreadlocks shaking side to side in little motions faster than the rest of her. Let's do nothing. Scott thought, sitting down on the stool at the table behind him. When they aren't searching for the cure Cosima and Delphine sought out to find months ago, they sat in silence. Alone, together, he thought.

Surprisingly she turns to him, halfway, exposing her profile. Scott silently hopes she doesn't see him sulking, which he's doing, arms crossed as he leans into the stool. "I'm tired of…everything," Cosima huffs, and Scott knows she's talking low to prevent stirring up the blood in her lungs. He's patient, allowing his friend to go at her own pace. "So let's not do anything like, mind-blowing for a few hours." She turns fully to him now. Scott grins gently, seeing Cosima don her own small smile. "I know that's hard for us mad-scientist types."

Scott nods, knowing that's her apologizing for her jab earlier. Maybe he shouldn't forgive her so easily. But she's Cosima, and she's 324B21, and she's….dying, he thinks. "I solemnly swear I will not touch my goggles until you say so." His posture changes, Scott is more relaxed, not necessarily thrilled, but not skulking like a five year old. "So what did you have in mind? Coffee? Puppies?" He looks over to Cosima's 'garden' "the ganja-?"

Cosima cuts him off almost immediately. "Dude, first of all, do not refer to pot – my pot - as 'the ganja' in my presence like, ever again," She's being playful, but, Scott knows that this is a serious command. His hands go up at his shoulder, feigning innocence. "Second of all," She points up to the ceiling, her lips curling further into a smile, until her teeth actually peek through. "Runescape, Catan, D&D…I need to pillage and shit, you know?"