Delphine's next few weeks were eventful. They made a breakthrough in the lab, figuring something out that they had been working on for a while. Cosima asked if they wanted to go to dinner to celebrate and Delphine had said ok before Scott mentioned that he had to babysit his sister's kid.

Delphine hadn't had time to think much about the morning she had spent with Cosima, but she found herself much more relaxed around her. Cosima provided her with an ease that she enjoyed, her presence was comforting. She was happy to spend more time with the woman; it was nice to have a friend again.

Cosima took her to a mexican restaurant and they sat drinking beer and eating tacos, talking about the project they had just finished, and laughing at how nerdy they both thought Scott was.

After a couple rounds of drinks, during a quiet moment, Cosima looked over a Delphine, getting a little more serious. "So how have you been doing? We haven't talked much since that day," she asked.

"Oh, I'm ok," Delphine lied.

"I don't mean to sound like a broken record, but again…not a good liar," Cosima stated, "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to pry, but you don't seem to have anybody else to talk to, and I worry about you. It's not good to keep things in. You know me, I talk about everything," she smiled.

"I know. I just, don't want to burden you with all of my problems," Delphine sighed.

"It wouldn't be a burden," Cosima explained, placing her hand over Delphine's on the table. "I care about you, you know."

Delphine felt a tingle come from her hand where Cosima was touching her. She pulled it back immediately. She felt like maybe she had had too much to drink.

Cosima noticed the change in Delphine's body language and felt like again, she had said something to upset the blonde.

"Cosima, I...would you be able to take me home now?" Delphine stumbled.

"Sure," Cosima replied, feeling deflated.

Cosima dropped Delphine off, and she collapsed on the couch when she got inside. She couldn't believe she was letting herself do this, feel things. What was she feeling anyway? What would she say to Cosima? Was Cosima...interested in her? She couldn't even entertain that thought.

She got in bed, unable to sleep, her mind spinning.

Jen was sitting on the bathroom floor, shaking, sobbing, a bottle of pills spilled on the floor around her. Delphine ran to her side, throwing her arms around her, cradling her, rocking her.

"It's going to be ok," Delphine whispered.

"It's not," Jen cried, "The tremors won't stop. I'm losing this battle."

"Shhh, ok, I love you, I love you," Delphine assured, stroking her wife's head, unable to know how to process her hurt, her anger, her sadness.

Delphine felt a tear slide over her cheek. She rolled onto her side, allowing herself a moment to cry, but knowing she didn't really have many tears left as she felt that she had sobbed them all already.