Weiss returns from the bar later, the smell of cigarettes on his clothes and a mild whiff of beer on his breath. Sydney sits on the couch, and Vaughn is nowhere to be seen in the suite.
"Who died?" Weiss asks, and she looks away from the television at him.
"I thought Vaughn was downstairs with you," she says, trying to keep the anxious note from her voice. Vaughn was gone when she got out of the shower.
"Ah, unless Mike morphed into a drunk sorority girl from Georgia on Spring Break, that'd be a no," Weiss chuckles as he flops down beside her. "How long has he been gone?"
"About an hour, I think," she replies evenly, staring again at the television. Where did Vaughn disappear to?
"So, all systems go for tomorrow?" Weiss carefully avoids asking whether things are OK between her and Vaughn. She knows he's trying to be sensitive, but at this point, she feels like slapping him.
"Same as when you left," she snaps without looking at him. Immediately she feels badly about it. It's not Eric's fault that she and Vaughn are in this situation.
Weiss shrugs with alcoholic immunity to slight, and she mumbles, "Sorry."
"It's ok," Weiss replies, "I'm used to being the punching bag for you two."
"You shouldn't have to be," she says softly.
Weiss shrugs, but then pats her knee awkwardly. "You know I'm here for you."
"I know."
