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Bette and Tina continue to sit and stare at one another. Bette could feel the tension in Tina’s body as soon as she asked the question. She decides to push further, knowing they needed to be open and honest for their relationship to build, but even more so to spur Tina’s healing. “Baby? I spoke with Nurse Laura while she escorted me to you.” Tina’s eyes widen at the admission that she already suspected. “She told me you’re on suicide watch.” Tina tries to pull her hands from Bette as she drops her head in shame. Bette holds tight. “She didn’t give me any details; she said I should talk to you.” Bette takes her hand and lifts Tina’s head so she can see her eyes again. She gently tucks a blonde lock behind her ear. “Tell me Baby? Tell me what happened… tell me what’s brought back this hopelessness.”
Tina presses her cheek into Bette’s palm, tears pushing through her eyelids as she blinks. Tina takes in the prying eyes around her before speaking. “Okay… okay. I’ll tell you, but… not here. I don’t want to feel like people are listening; I just want to talk to you.”
“Why don’t we sit in the courtyard, hm? I think the fresh air will be nice.” Bette says before pressing a kiss to Tina’s forehead.
“Yeah, fresh air.” Tina stares at Bette for several moments. “Thank you; thank you for coming. I’ve missed you so much.”
They both stand up and Bette brings Tina into her arms. “There’s no other place I’d rather be. I’ve missed you too… you have no idea.” After Bette feels she has composed herself, she pulls back. “Come on Baby.” Bette says while grabbing Tina’s hand and picking up her bag. “Let’s go for a walk.” Tina holds Bette’s journal tightly to her chest. She drops Bette’s hand to, instead, wrap her arm around her waist pulling herself as close to her body as she can. Bette smiles with a wink as they begin walking. “So cute.” She whispers, but Tina hears her and blushes at the affection.
Bette and Tina make their way to the courtyard; Bette nodding at Laura on the way. She guides Tina around the perimeter of the building to give them time to prepare for the impending conversation, but also to scope out the best spot to sit so they’re away from the nurses and other patients while remaining in the courtyard. Bette decides on a spot under a big oak tree instead of a bench, figuring it would be easier to sit closer and offer more physical comfort and support.