Dana slides down the wall until she’s sitting on the floor. When she notices everyone looking at her, she shrugs helplessly. “What? We’re fine…”

Alice lets out a disbelieving chuckle. “We have two different definitions of fine, my friend…”

Dana shoots her a warning look. “Shut it, Al…”

Alice immediately raises both hands in surrender.

Tina, meanwhile, gives Dana a pointed look as she carefully unwraps a decorative vase.

Dana catches the expression and tilts her head. “You can shut it too, Tina…”

Bette turns sharply from the box she’s unpacking. “Hey, watch your mouth…”

Dana pouts, looking around at the faces directed toward her. “I’m sorry, but I’m just feeling very judged right now…”

Tina shakes her head. “I’m not judging you…”

Dana gives her a skeptical look.

Tina chuckles softly. “I’m not… I just know what it’s like to feel as if you’re being strung along a little…”

Bette, who has returned to sorting through a box, notices several pairs of eyes shifting toward her. She glances up, confused by the sudden attention. “What?” She points toward herself. “I’ve never strung anyone along…”

Alice bursts into laughter, doubling over as though Bette has just delivered the funniest punch line she’s heard all year.

Bette narrows her eyes at Alice, then turns toward Tina. “I most certainly didn’t do that with you… I was head over heels the first night we met…”

Tina laughs and nods. “Yeah, that may have been true, but when we first started going out, it was very one step forward, two steps back…”

Bette laughs, clearly finding the accusation ridiculous. “Well, that certainly wasn’t because of me; I mean, we were taking things very slowly as you inched out of the closet, T…”

Tina nods thoughtfully, then gives Bette a pointed look. “Yeah, and as I was inching out of the closet, you were inching towards the idea that you were now in a committed relationship and couldn’t just up and get on a plane to Spain and not tell her…” A trace of old irritation creeps into her voice.

Bette laughs in disbelief. “That’s what this is about? The Spain thing?”

Tina plants her hands on her hips. “The Spain thing? You went outta the country and didn’t say anything, Bette…”