It's a long moment of wrangling immediate, irrelevant thoughts that try to distract Erin from the reality of Helena's choice; Erin should put the juice away, she needs to get her sculpture from Crabb's room, Helena doesn't have the full story -

(It doesn't matter, Peters. Suck it up.)

She reaches out, and takes her roommate's hand with a shy smile.

"Alright," Erin murmurs softly. "...I can do the laundry in the morning."

Things...

Might just be okay.

Wouldn't that be new?