Just as the screen dimmed from lack of use, a knocking disturbed Helena from her thoughts and the rush to the door was enough to distract her convulsing chest from what, or rather who, she might find there once she pulled it open. The Brit was unsure whether it was the presence of Dylan or the heat from outside that caused her chest to flush slightly, but the manners that had been drilled into her from birth instantly had her inviting Dylan in and stepping out of the way. The other woman wore a simple, black wife-beater and a pair of blue jeans that had seen better days, and Helena felt instantly over dressed, her blush alone telling Dylan as much. 

Apart from the machine-like exchanging of greetings at the front door, neither of the two women uttered a word as they entered the living area, sitting awkwardly on either sides of a sofa and casting bashful, curious glances towards the other every now and then. “So…where is everybody?” Dylan asked, hoping her attempts at an ice breaker would conquer the discomfort that had settled in the air between them. 

“Uhm…” Helena tried to remember the name of the place Andrew and Peter were taking her children, a wild life centre of sorts, perhaps, or some form of sea-world. Finally deciding it was taking her too long to answer, Helena quickly blurted out, “Just out…a sea-world of some sort…” She watched the other woman as she nodded, though soon noticed that her heart was beating so prominently it was causing a thick curl that rested over her left breast to bounce and bob along with the beat. The sight merely caused her to panic further, increasing her heart rate, and she quickly swallowed the tightness from her throat before meeting Dylan’s dark eyes once more. She almost wanted to ask what the other woman wanted to talk to her about, though the questions hung between them so obviously she felt voicing them was unnecessary. 

Finally unable to stand the silence any longer, Dylan began, “About the other night…” 

The Californian soon wished she hadn’t paused, however, as Helena suddenly felt the need to state, “I…I’m not really sure where it came from.” From the paused look over Dylan’s face, she knew she needn’t verify that she was talking about their kiss, though felt the need to then add, “…I think I’d just…drank a little too much…and…”