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Sunday evening, Bette’s house. Tina knocks on the door and after a moment Bette answers. Bette looks at her uncertainly as Tina steps inside, and Bette closes the door behind them. Bette glances at her and then clears her throat and gestures towards the hallway, as she starts to move in that direction.
(Bette) Come through
As Bette begins to move away Tina reaches out and takes hold of her hand, pulling her towards her and placing her hands on Bette’s hips.
(Tina) What kind of greeting is that?
Bette smiles and exhales, looking at her with her head to one side.
(Bette) A nervous one
Tina nods and smiles back at her, reaching up and tucking a stray hair behind Bette’s ear. She meets Bette’s eyes and takes a breath.
(Tina) Is it weird that I’m pretty sure you’re about to break my heart, but I somehow want to comfort you through that?
Bette looks at her for a moment and then smiles.
(Bette) But no weirder than any other part of this situation
They hold each other’s gaze for a moment. Tina sighs and gestures with her head towards the hallway.
(Tina) Come on then. Let’s get this over with
They both reach for the other’s hand as they move together through the house.
(Tina) I assume you have a lot of wine?
(Bette) Head through, I’ll open a bottle
Tina moves to the couch and Bette makes her way over, placing the bottle of wine and two glasses on the coffee table. Bette sits down and pours their drinks, handing a glass to Tina as she settles on the couch alongside her. They both have a sip of their drink and then look to one another. Bette takes a breath before speaking.
(Bette) Shall we jump right in?
Tina looks at her and then nods.
Bette nods and has a gulp of her wine.
(Bette) So, you want to know the details? For me to tell you about the whole mess?
Tina looks back at her for a moment before responding.
(Tina) I do, but before you start, I just want to say…
Tina takes a breath and continues looking at her.