"I don’t know" Tina burst out, stopping in her tracks to shake her head and shrug her shoulders at Bette. "I don’t know what I’m going to do okay? God, this is so fucked up"

"What do you mean you don’t know? Tina, he-"

"I know" Tina held out a hand, cutting her girlfriend off mid-sentence. "I’m just not prepared to deal with it. Not right now. I need to shower. I need to wash this paint off. I – I – I need to think"

She was all over the place and though Bette normally would have been supportive and understanding, she was too caught up in her own emotions to do so. She wanted to continue to press the subject, to prod at Tina until she got results she was happy with.

"What is there to think about?" She asked as she followed Tina down the hall and into the bathroom.

"There’s a lot to think about Bette" Tina removed her shoes with frustration She had hoped that she could relax with Bette, that her girlfriend would help her forget about her 15 minutes of hell. It was clear that wasn’t going to happen. "This doesn’t only affect me okay? This is about Angie too. He’s, her father"

Bette couldn’t help but laugh, truly in disbelief at what she was hearing, "Was he, her father when he was messing around with whatever her name is? Was he, her father when I called to tell him Angie had been born and he told me to call back at a fucking more convenient time?!"

Tina was beyond stunned by Bette’s outburst, completely understanding of her girlfriend’s feelings but at the same time was too emotionally wrecked to do anything but shut down. She was tired and confused, upset and exhausted.

She reached for the edge of her shirt, sighing before tugging it off. "I’m really not going to argue about this. Not now"

"Why not?" The brunette asked stubbornly as she crossed her arms over her chest, still unable to give Tina a moment’s rest.

"Because I don’t want to!" Tina finally burst out, "I can’t even think straight right now okay? I need to clear my head"