Delphine looked at both Sarah and Felix with an awkward yet hopeful anticipation that one of them would suggest what she should do, if anything at all. Felix was doing the best he could to lighten the situation, but it was all just words to Delphine, and she still didn't know what to do.

The longer she hadn't seen Cosima, the more concerned she felt about the whole situation. It dawned on her, with every day that passed when she didn't see the girl, that she may have overstepped a line. So maybe replying to Felix in that facetious manner crossed every line completely.

She hadn't slept all that much after their kiss that sent electric waves of wanting more across her entire body. When the sun crept up, she decided she wasn't going to put Cosima out any more than she already had, and thought it upon herself to make her own way home. She searched the loft for a pen, until she found one sticking out of an empty beer bottle (mildly amused by it all).

It was two days before her next shift at the bar, where Delphine had hoped she would run into Cosima. She thought about going upstairs and knocking on her door, but instead took a lot of smoke breaks. Another two days had passed, and still no Cosima. Delphine had even taken on some extra shifts, on the off chance that she may come across her. To no avail though, and it wasn't until the middle of the following week that Delphine began to realize she was more than likely being avoided.

Felix was still carrying on with small chat, but Delphine had looked to Sarah for answers. Her eyes pleaded with Sarah's, as if to tell her she was open to suggestions. Delphine was met with silence though, but she could see Sarah struggle – it wasn't her place to make those suggestions, and Delphine realized that maybe she didn't need anyone's permission to go after Cosima. She wanted to, after all. So she did.

When Delphine walked outside of Bobby's bar and into the usual smoking area, there was no Cosima. An all too familiar feeling she had grown accustomed to over the past two weeks. If the girl wanted to avoid her, then what could Delphine possibly do about that? Give her space, she kept telling herself. She looked up at the apartments, and knew she had one of two choices: To go up, or to go back.

Her heart pounded until the pulse vibrated through her ears; the sensation overcoming her entire body. She knocked on Cosima's door…silence. She knocked again…silence. One more time…silence.

"J'en peux plus!" she boldly yelled in frustration at the door.

"What did the door ever do to you?" she heard from behind the door, knowing that to be Cosima's voice.

A smile crept upon Delphine's face, encouraged by Cosima's response. "It won't let me in." She replied.

A couple of seconds had passed before the loft door finally slid open, revealing Cosima who was now wearing a red & black satin robe – almost kimono like. Her dreadlocks were tucked into a bun, and she wasn't wearing her glasses. Her eyes were puffy, and Delphine could immediately tell that she had been crying. It caused her heart to shrink at the thought that she had any part in making this woman sad, upset, or cry.

"You've been crying" her voice was concerned, and filled with worry.

Cosima shrugged her shoulders, and moved to the side to allow Delphine inside the loft.

"What have I done wrong Cosima?" It seemed like minutes of silence has passed before she finally allowed herself to ask this question. She wanted to know how to fix whatever it was she had done wrong.

But she saw the way Cosima was struggling to answer the question, as her eyes had darted left and right, and every which way imaginable. They looked at everything but Delphine, and once again there was only silence.

The ache that showed over Cosima's face, her entire body for that matter, it caused Delphine to struggle internally herself. The last thing she ever wanted was to find a new friend in this brave new world, and then ruin it the way she had. Kissing Cosima that night/morning, was probably the most enjoyable sensation she had felt in long time – a sensation of warmth and feeling at home: like there was no other place in the entire universe that she was supposed to be, than there in that moment with Cosima. She acted on impulse, and now she was facing the consequences of those actions.

She wanted to know what had happened from that kiss, to having Cosima hold her all night, to this moment right now – what went wrong. Where did it go wrong? Was everything not how she thought it was? She thought everything was fine, that it was okay. Cosima did kiss her back, and then she did hold her all night.

Delphine looked back at Cosima with begging eyes; begging to be given some answers. But nothing. The girl said nothing. Her lip was quivering as if she were holding back a waterfall of tears, and in this moment there was nothing more that Delphine could do.

She leapt forward, and pulled the smaller woman into a tight embrace, before leaning down and hovering her lips over Cosima's. As much as she wanted to kiss her, though, she instead whispered into her ear, "I'm not going anywhere."

Tears from Cosima's eyes had fallen onto Delphine's skin, prompting her to hold her tighter. She wanted to show this woman all of the kindness she had; she wanted Cosima to feel the kindness, and feel Delphine's strength – to take Delphine's strength. It was hers if she needed it. Whatever was causing so much anguish and pain for Cosima, Delphine wanted to give her everything she possibly could.

Moments had passed, and Cosima was still tightly tucked into Delphine's embrace – wrapped in her long arms. "I'm sorry" she finally conceded.

"Why, ma chérie, why?" Delphine asked. "You have nothing to be sorry for." She added.

"I'm a blubbering mess" Cosima responded through mouthful of tears.

"Nonsense. You're a blubbering scientist!" Delphine cheekily remarked, causing Cosima to laugh and smile. Two things Dephine had desperately wanted to see again.

Cosima had pulled away from Delphine's embrace, and led her to the sofa in the middle of the loft. They both sat down, and Cosima found comfort back into Delphine's arms.

"I've just come out of a really bad break up Delphine, and I…" she looked at Delphine nervously, "I just can't deal with another messy situation."

It made sense. After all, she did have a boyfriend back home. Maybe her idea of spontaneity and going with what may, was all a little too much for Cosima. "Then it is I who needs to apologize Cosima. I shouldn't have kissed you."

"It's not that I didn't enjoy it…"

"I know."

"It's just that you have a boyfriend…"

"I know."

"And, my last relationship was just a shit-fest."

"Shit felt?" Delphine looked puzzled at how one word could mean several different things.

Cosima laughed. "Why do you have to be so adorable?"

Delphine lifted Cosima's chin, so her eyes had once again met hers. There was something there. There was a lightness, and a darkness. There was happiness and sadness. But there was something there. Her heart felt it, and she knew Cosima felt it too. She could see Cosima felt it too.

"Cosima, I am really sorry that I have a boyfriend back home…and I am really sorry you are going through a heartbreak…" She paused, but she knew she had to say it, "but… every time I am with you I feel every part of my body telling me that if I don't kiss you…if I don't kiss you now, then I am a fool."

Cosima's lips had hastily and hungrily met Delphine's, as all caution was now being thrown to the wind.