She fails to add that there's no such thing as "too long," if you know what I mean, and I think you do. Awkward pause as Mitchell pours a cup of coffee and then comments that it's a good thing she has a forty-gallon water heater. Weaver's all, "Huh?" and Mitchell observes that Weaver takes long showers. ["Did anyone else have a flashback to Laura Innes as Sheryl Fleck on My So-Called Life, when she caught Graham's brother phoning up his ex and said, 'It's my fault. I take really short showers'? Okay, going to get a life now." -- Sars] Weaver apologizes breathlessly, and Mitchell tells her it's okay -- that she does, too, and that she sometimes has to "stand under there for twenty minutes, just to wake up. When it's cold. Especially in winter." She totally fails to add that they should save time, next time, by showering together. They gaze at each other fondly for a second, and then Weaver shakes it off and, in a strangled voice, asks whether it's cold outside, crutching over to her coat. "Low twenties do you want a bagel?" Mitchell blurts, too fast. Weaver, not meeting Mitchell's eye as she puts on her coat, says she'll get something at work. Weaver seems to be struggling a bit with her cane, and Mitchell hurries over, with Weaver's coffee in an insulated mug, asking if Weaver's okay. Weaver says she's fine, and Mitchell clarifies, "No, I meant, about us. First time can be a little --" Weaver replies, "No, it's just...just different." "That's true," says Mitchell seriously, and then smiles. Weaver adds, "But good." "Really?" asks Mitchell, sounding relieved. Weaver says, "Yeah." Mitchell gives Weaver The Look, and says she'll see her at work. "Yeah," Weaver replies. Mitchell kind of holds out her hand, awkwardly, waiting to put it somewhere on Weaver when they kiss, I guess, and they sort of move toward each other like they're going to kiss, but Weaver -- though she closes her eyes -- moves her face away at the last second. Mitchell ends up with her right hand on Weaver's cheek, and her forehead kind of pressed against Weaver's. Anyway, they don't connect, is what I'm saying. Weaver makes to leave, and then comes back to murmur, "Um, I'm sorry, but I know this is understood, but I just...this is just going to be between us, right?" Mitchell raises her eyebrows and then replies, "Of course." Weaver looks somewhat regretful, but like she can't think what else to say. She makes to go, and Mitchell hurries after to get the door for her. On the porch, as the door swings closed behind her, Weaver catches her breath, looking terrified.