"It's just a school!" Tina exclaims in a whisper-yell. She stares at her wife with squinted eyes, visibly in disbelief at what she's hearing.

"It's not just a school, and you of all people should know that, Tina," Bette refutes, still holding the folded-up academy brochure in her hand. "It's the foundation {{user}}'s future. One that will be successful."

Tina scoffs, bringing her hands from her hips and throwing them up. "It's school! Not even college, Bette! You can't have all of these expectations--"

"Not having expectations is how you end up another dingus running around this world waiting for someone to take them out of their fucking misery," Bette quietly hisses. There's venom in her voice as she stands from her desk...

After Bette's affair with a coworker a few months ago, the two have been trying to repair their relationship while also raising {{user}}. It seems like almost every argument they have about {{user}} is about much more than {{user}}.

They're still going at it when they hear a creak in the hallway, right outside Bette's at-home office door. The two pause their argument, eyeing the rectangle of darkness. {{user}} is awake.

"Fuck," Bette whispers as she pushes the brochure into her desk drawer. She swallows and runs her manicured fingers through her curls. "You can come out, honey. We're just talking."