The look on Myka's face when she comes back without H.G. is fathomless. She is white like bone, a determination in her eyes that usually only comes out when there's a gun in her hand.

Crap, this isn't good. Pete is up and hurrying towards her immediately, but she waves him off:

„Not now, Pete. Please."

„Mykes-"

„Pete, I mean it."

He can't quite shake the feeling that they really *did* talk about their feelings, after all, and it obviously didn't go over so well.

„I'm just a little worried, over here."

Myka, who has been storming off with him at her heels, whirls around.

„I know, Pete. And as sweet as that is - you've done enough already."

That shuts him up, he recoils as if he had bumped into an invisible wall, and Myka disappears in the deep of the Warehouse.

Something has gone incredibly wrong, and Pete doesn't know what it is, but it has left Myka stern and way too passive aggressive for his taste.

Shit, she knows that they were trying to help her, and they - wait, they didn't do anything yet, why is she upset with *him*?

„Pete? What's going on?", Claudia has come back from her call with Steve, tossing her phone in her bag. Pete turns around and shrugs.

„Honestly? I have no idea. Myka just rushed by and only told me that we ,have helped enough'."

„Oh."

Claudia stares into space, chewing absently on her cheek.

„Oh? I don't know what happened between those two, but I am done trying to fix them up. Even if we *would* succeed, they'd break everything off a week later. Seriously, it's like nothing good ever comes from H.G. Wells..."

„Woah", Claudia responds quickly, „hold your horses, fella! How do you know Myka didn't screw up?"

„I don't. It's just usually H.G. who makes a mess of things."

„Uh-huh, you're right, that's probably why she *saved* *the world* when we were busy dying of englisch schwitzing disease."

Pete groans, kicking his chair away.

„Alright, okay? I know it's not her fault. I'm just sick of Myka moping around. I mean, I didn't understand what was going on, that afternoon on the porch, because for some reason, the woman can't just *tell* me she's in love, but she was down, Claud. She was down hard. And now she's angry. What happened in between?"

Rubbing her temples, Claudia sighs. „I don't know. But I'm guessing she just - unleashed the beast and left. She sometimes does that, gets in your face, gives you a speech and then walks out to let you *think about it*. You know?"

„Yep. She does it all the time when she's upset with someone - one time, she even did it to Artie, and it was magical. Anyway. Where do you think H.G. is now?"

„I don't know. I just hope she doesn't beat it again."

„Me too, because that would mean we have to do rest of this aisle alone..."

Claudia whacks him in the back of his head with her flat hand.

„No, moron, I hope she doesn't scram because it would be a really stupid thing to do in this situation. I mean, how long has she known Myka?"

Pete rubs his head. „Dude, why do you always hit me? It's mean! I can't hit you back, you're a girl!"

Behind the shelves, something moves. Claudia lets her shoulders sink in relief, peeking through the space and holding her breath until she thinks it save to snicker and clap her hands.

„Check this, Bro", she says and holds her fist out. Pete bums it with his own, confused:

„Why? What are we fist bumping over?"

She laughs at him. „Seriously? You didn't notice?"

„How many times do I have to tell you people? *Myka* - the one that notices things, *Pete* - the one with the vibes, the sixpack and the ability to eat his weight in bacon. Spill! What is it?"

„Helena was listening behind that shelf the entire time. We totally just told her to go turn this horse around. Which means that we helped them - but without doing it against Myka's wishes. Smart of me, huh?"

„Very. But can I ask you a question?"

„Sure. As long as it's not about how lesbian sex works."

„No, why would I ask that? I know perfectly well how that works, I'm a guy, what do you think we watch porn for? It's education, I've been explaining that all my life-"

Claudia rolls her eyes. „Your question, big pimp?"

„Does that mean we still have to work this aisle?"