Fear of Commitment
"What's this?"
The psych nurse, Lois, smirked and leaned against the wall. "Guess you have a secret admirer."
Kim took a breath in, "That's good."
"George's Kung Pao Chicken."
Kim frowned. "I've never told anyone I liked..."
Lois shrugged, "Who doesn't like Kung Pao chicken? But..." She smiled again, "I can test them."
Kim held the bag to her body. "I don't think so."
Lois paused before leaving. "I may just be a psych nurse, but you're not yourself."
"Who are we really?"
"No jokes, not even a smile. I mean, I tell you the one where Kerry Weaver of all people walks in on a guy in a possum suit using her original Mr. Whiskers puppet to uh... relieve himself and not even a grin."
Kim shrugged, "It's been a hard... while."
"I'm gonna prescribe a little happiness. Go out, get horribly drunk, pick up some amazingly beautiful woman and forget about whatever has you down."
"Prescription?"
The nurse smiled, "Hey, I'm almost a NP."
Kim shook her head, "Thank you... and maybe I will."
Lois wiggled her eyebrows, "Lesbians of Chicago, look out."