Nicole is in awe of an assertive Waverly standing up to Wynonna demanding that she be told everything. She is having trouble following it all, but it involved the "revenants," (she was guessing they were the red-eyed assholes), an Earp curse and a "Jack of Knives."

Wynonna is trying to get her to keep her voice down. She had started with hushing, moved onto snarky requests and is now pleading with her.

Finally Waverly stops, jaw tight and crosses her arms. Wynonna explains that Dolls had okayed it already. He hadn't much of a choice really considering how much she had seen. But she still feels relieved and is glad to know she's definitely not crazy. She doesn't know what she would have done if everyone else had denied it. Like the sheriff had. That was part of what had started this whole mess in the first place.

Wynonna puts her foot in her mouth. It was bound to happen sooner or later. "Jesus Christ! Why are you so demanding? I know she's badly hurt but it's not like she's family. What are you and Nicole best friends now?"

She's like a sledgehammer smashing through the delicate peace that had been formed.

Nicole could feel the force of the glare from her bed and sees Waverly's body tense. She reminds her of the ball lightning she had once seen, it had emitted a similar energy that crackled and snapped. She half thinks that Waverly will actually have a proper go at her sister, doesn't think she'll hit her but then Waverly is just turning, putting her back to Wynonna and stalking over to Nicole. Over Waverly's shoulder she can see the shocked face of Wynonna who looks like she could have been slapped all the same. Wynonna looks over to them once before her head dips and she's slinking out the door.

Waverly's back in her chair, shoulders up, anger still present but there's an unknown element underlying it now. Her shoulders are starting to look heavier now, maybe it's defeatism.

Or just fatigue. When was the last time she ate or slept in her own bed?

She is too far away to touch her, not that she'd have the strength to. Her fingers twitch involuntarily.

"Wav..."

"I know..." Waverly counters.

She waits for her.

Waits and watches. Cataloguing away little parts of Waverly. Notices the very beginnings of tears. She guesses there's more than just her newly discovered "revenants" at play here. The tension seemed more lived in, like whatever had caused it was years old. Maybe something between Wynonna and Waverly growing up.

I wonder if Oakley would like her?

"My cat!"

She probably would have shouted it if she had the capability. Instead it comes out as a loud strangled yelp, that burns the back of her throat and develops into an agonising coughing fit.
By the time she regains her normal breathing pattern, Waverly has promised to check in on her cat and feed her. Nicole offers her the use of her apartment.

"You know, if you just want a break from everything." Her voice still hoarse.

She notes the small tilt of Waverly's head and a slight movement of her lips and wonders if she's gently biting the inside of her bottom lip. Waverly places her hands on the bed again. They're maybe two inches from her hand.

And then she promptly ruins the moment by yawning. One of those massive yawns someone could nearly fall into.

It prompts Waverly to say, "You need to sleep."

"So do you." She knows it's immature but its true too.

For a second she thinks the anger might rear up again but Waverly only sticks her tongue out at her and answers, "Fine but you first. I'll leave when you doze off."

Feeling the onset of drowsiness she says, "Yes nurse," and enjoys the surprised reaction her cheeky reply causes.