This is how I cope after 2x13
Not sorry at all.
Collins & Friends are back.
They were shouting for everyone to hear.
It's kind of sad.
And pathetic.
And extremely awkward.
"Seriously? She had James Olsen!" Collins is closing her locker when she hears Dana walking towards her, "That's like trading a Camaro for a SUV. A cheap one."
"Didn't you like that SUV a while ago?" Collins jokes.
"In my defence I'll say that it was the novelty, and he was cute until he started talking."
"Ooh, are we dragging the daxamite down again?" Blake, who just came into the room, goes to her locker next to Collins, "That show out there was second-hand embarrassing."
"Supergirl needs an intervention," States Dana, "Have any of you seen Agent Danvers today?"
"She just went out with a team for field training. She seemed a bit down, though." Collins replies, "What about Vasquez? Is she around?"
"She is."
The three agents hear a voice coming from the other side of the locker's row, low and mysterious.
"What do you need?" The voice, dark and gravelly, asks again.
The temperature of the room seems to have gone down, because all three agents feel a shiver creeping down their spines.
"Supergirl back." Blake answers with a tiny voice.
"Mon-El gone." Adds Dana.
"A holliday on the beach," Collins finishes.
The sound of a locker closing makes them jump startled.
"I'll look into it."
They hear a few steps and then the door at the other side of the room closing.
"That could work." Blake says.
"Mhm," Dana nods.
"Seriously," Collins sighs deeply, "When did our lives become a bad written rom-com?"