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We've been hooking up,
all satisfaction, no strings.

What if I'm okay
with a few strings?

Leslie Thomas came
by the casino today.

What did she want?

A backer for a nonprofit clinic.

I hope you told her yes.

I've been diagnosed
with breast cancer.

It's called the BRCA gene.

It can be passed down
from generation to generation.

And there is something
you can do.

-TED: About Kat?
-NICOLE: She won't get tested

even if I test positive.

How long are
they going to make us wait?

My stomach is eating itself
from the inside out.

You didn't have breakfast?

Hello? They're drawing blood.

You have to fast.

Not for a genetic test.

I wish someone
had mentioned that

while I was dreaming of pancakes
for the last 12 hours.

Quick, get me something
out of your secret stash.

The hell is this?

Cardboard masquerading as food?

It's one of Ted's favorites.

[groans] That tracks.

His taste in snacks
and side pieces--

equally trash.

What are you doing with these?

Don't tell me you're making
that drawer into

some kind of
divorced woman shrine.

In the hierarchy of
things that I need to deal with,

"office snacks" lands
somewhere below world peace,

and scheduling
my hair appointment.

-Clearly.
-But I did see

him yesterday.

We talked about Kat
and the testing.

You're co-parenting.
That's reasonable.

Except for the part
where I wound up in his arms.

You really captured something.

Make the practice
look like a retreat.

That's the whole point,
though, right?

You want to sell serenity
and snatched cheekbones.

These new ads don't bring out
the rich aunties

with the black cards,
I don't know what will.

Thank you.

I should be
the one thanking you, though.

Needed the distraction.

[sighs] Tell me about it.

-Anita Dupree...
-Yeah.

...with breast cancer?

I'm still letting that
settle in.

I know Nicole and Dani
are getting tested today.

Any word yet?

Um...

Nah, still waiting.

Nicole came to me yesterday
worried sick

about how this
might affect Martin and Kat.

Oh, yeah? Okay.

I think that's cool
that she was comfortable

coming to you--
and yeah, yeah, I hear it.

Me being cool with
you comforting Aunt Nicole.

Meanwhile, I would've

flipped one of these tables
if Dani returned to her ex.

Well...

love makes hypocrites
of us all, nephew.

When Dani gets scared
for the people she loves,

she turns to what's familiar,

and, unfortunately,
that's Bill.

Pump the brakes!

Did you trip
over medical equipment?

Was there some
earthquake I missed?

I was asking Ted
to talk some sense into Kat.

Even if I test positive,
she doesn't want to get tested.

Says she doesn't want
to spend her life

constantly looking
over her shoulder

waiting for cancer
to come knocking.

That girl has lost her mind.

Ted and I were talking
about how scared we are.

I broke down a little.

Ted was being all Ted-like.

And one thing led to another.

-And finish the story.
-I did.

-Nothing else happened.
-Oh!

-Good.
-That's it?

No lecture?

I don't want to get struck by
lightning for being a hypocrite.

Because when I heard the news
about Mother,

I went to Bill.

♪ ♪

[knocking at door]

Go away!

Can't a girl suffer in peace?

Afternoon.

Thought you could use
a pick-me-up.

Why are you so cheerful?

Did someone slip happy pills
into your coffee?

Guess it's just my
natural Boricua charm.

Well, can you transfer
some of that flavor to this?

What died in here?

It's not that bad,

and it'll knock that headache
right out.

This looks like something
the Hulk would drink

to maintain his complexion.

I don't think I can do it
without gagging.

Just pretend it's tequila.
You handled that just fine.

You should be a comedian.

Or a professional torturer.

Drink up, mi amor.

You're not going to fight me?

Last week, you literally
tried to stab me

with your fork for
looking at your sausage wrong.

Sorry.

I'm not hungry.

I've got a lot on
my mind ever since...

Ever since you found out
about your grandma's cancer

by walking into it blind.

And you had to sit
through the conversation

about genetic testing
with your parents.

I understand.

I just hate that I couldn't be
there for you and have your back

when you needed me.

You've been working nights,
it's fine.

I thought taking you out of
the house tonight

would help clear your mind.

Trudy told us
to work on our communication.

So how about we take what

we learned
and put it into practice?

-Hey.
-Hey.

Are you here to be with
your mom during the blood draw?

Um, actually, I came for you.
Do you have a sec?

Of course. Let's take a walk.

I didn't want to wake you.
You looked so peaceful.

And plus, you've been stressed.

Sleep is
important for maintaining

immune system function during
times of emotional upheaval.

Madison, light of my life.

Yes? Oh!

I need to turn
my doctor brain off, don't I?

Um, the opposite, actually.

I don't follow.

You are literally
the most amazing partner.

But right now
I don't need my girlfriend.

I need a doctor.

Happy New Year!

[cheers and applause]

[loud thud]

Now what did that poor
little fake plant do to you?

Tried to get your attention,
but you're standing there

looking all goofy-eyed
and everything.

What, or more importantly,

who put that ridiculous grin
on your face?

[clears throat]

Your mother seems
to be doing better.

You better not be daydreaming
about my Teddy.

All right?

And let me make this crystal
clear to you, Miss Thing.

I got eyes.

Right back at you, honey.

Well, it was nice of you
to put this in Peaches' room.

I mean, it did bring
some color to the space.

I figured you might want
to put it in storage,

you know, in case you want
to re-gift it next year.

Holiday season, of course.

You should know that I genuinely
enjoy spending time with her.

Before and after

visiting hours when certain
people aren't lurking around.

Well, good thing those hours
don't apply to my boo.

In fact,
I'm headed to see him now.

Oh, I hate to be
the bearer of bad news.

-Now, well, that's a damn lie.
-Hmm. You got that right.

Your boo isn't in his office.

Ted had a meeting off-site.

Business or pleasure?

Hmm, I forget. It was...

Oh, I doubt that.

And why are you keeping track
of Ted's schedule?

I mean, that seems
kind of obsessive,

don't you think?

Oh, says the stalker.

And I'm not keeping track of
anything-- Ted told me himself.

He volunteered it when
he stopped by to see me earlier.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

some of us have lives.

So you're worried about
Dani and Bill reconnecting?

I won't front like the idea
hasn't crossed my mind.

-They have a lot of history.
-And they share children.

Yeah. Who are facing

a potentially
life-altering crisis.

It's kind of hard to compete
with that kind of foundation

when we're still building ours.

Let me tell you
about that foundation.

I had a front-row seat
to every time Bill

broke her heart
with his affairs.

And Dani would keep going back.

Well, Bill had her convinced

that his version of love
was the best she could expect,

and she should be grateful
for every scrap of affection

he threw her way.

We never thought she'd

break free of that toxicity,
but she did.

With you.

For now.

So are you waiting
for the right moment

to read me for filth
about going to Bill?

Why would you assume that?

Because I know you
like I know my own reflection,

and I can practically
see the gears

grinding in that head of yours.

We are both living
in the world's most

fragile glass houses.

But honestly,

turning to the people who have
been in our lives for that long,

it's only natural.

Especially given the emotional
tornado we're living in.

You develop a shorthand.

One look, they know exactly
what storm you're weathering.

Bill knows
what Chelsea and Naomi

mean to you because
he helped create them.

And Ted knows what
Martin and Kat

mean to you for the same reason.

That's why we went to them.

Because of our children,
not because we want them back.

Heavens, no.

No, Andre's amazing
and I love him more

than I ever could have imagined
being possible after Bill.

But...

It does make you wonder
if we will ever be free

-of those relationships.
-Yeah.

All right! Enough existential
crises for one afternoon.

Was Ted able to change
Kat's mind about testing?

I haven't heard a peep,
which probably means no.

I wish she would understand

that getting tested
is for her own good.

There are preventative
measures she can take,

ways she can stay
ahead of this thing

instead of just hoping
it never catches up to her.

When I was Kat's age,

the decisions I made
weren't exactly rooted in logic.

Hell, I married Bill because
I thought love conquered all.

Well, you are older now.
Presumably wiser.

Slightly older,

marginally wiser.

Give yourself some credit.

You have learned
from your mistakes.

Have I, though?

With all this so-called
experience, I still don't know

what I'm going to do if
I test positive for that gene.

I don't even want to see a shot.

Tequila and I are officially
broken up and blocked.

But thank you

for taking me home when I was

a complete mess yesterday

and for this

disgusting but apparently
effective smoothie.

That's what I'm here for.

Smoothie delivery

-and damage control.
-Yeah.

I wish my Puerto Rican prince
had something

to make me feel better about
Gran's cancer.

And maybe

take away your fears
about being a carrier?

How did you...

Did Chelsea say something?

Actually, it was Bill.

Why were you and Bill Hamilton,
of all people,

discussing my medical history?

It's not like that.

After I dropped you home,

I checked in with Bill
when I got back to work,

and told him I was out dealing
with a personal matter.

Which could be anything.

He assumed I meant
your grandmother's cancer

and started talking about
how scared

Naomi and Chelsea were about
potentially being carriers.

Oh.

And you probably had
no idea what he meant.

Talk about a deer in headlights.

Why didn't you say something?

I thought we were
confiding in each other.

I know, and I'm sorry.

I-I just didn't want you
to go all lawyer on me

and try to convince me
to have the test.

Why would I need
to convince you to do

something that's
in your best interest?

Because if my mom tests
positive, I'm not having it.

I don't want to know
if I'm a carrier or not.

Everyone keeps putting on
this brave face

and going out of their way

to reassure me
that everything's okay.

It will be.

And now you're doing it, too.

What I need is for somebody
to just give it to me straight.

No chaser,

no sugar coating.

Can you doctor-splain
the situation

without trying
to protect my feelings?

Okay, but full disclosure,
I'm not an oncologist.

I'm not as familiar with
triple negative breast cancer

as I am with
neurological conditions.

But you've been researching.

I got up to get water last night
and I found

you on the couch
surfing cancer websites.

You weren't supposed
to see that.

I don't want to scare you.

We're past that.

I'm a big girl,

so give me the cold, hard facts

on what my grandmother
is going through

and what I'm up against if
I test positive for this gene.

Gran showed Chelsea and me

where they put the port in
her chest for the chemotherapy.

And that really drove it home.

Like, seeing actual proof that
my always-healthy grandmother

is about to have poison
pumped through her bloodstream.

-Baby...
-But that's the plan!

Is to make her sicker
than she's ever been before.

They're going to fill
her body full of chemicals

that'll steal her hair
and her appetite and energy.

All the things
that make her who she is.

Like, make that make sense.

Cancer doesn't exactly follow
the rules of fairness or logic.

But what I can say is,

Anita's about to have
the strongest support system

on the planet.

That's what
I've been thinking about.

I want to be there
for Gran 24/7.

So I'm considering
taking time off of work.

Okay, wait, you really think
she's going to let you do that?

No, you're probably right.

I can hear her now,

telling me to take my behind
back to where I belong.

Look, there are plenty Duprees
that could be there for her

around the clock,

just like how
they'll be there for you

if you test positive.

I promise you won't go
through any of this alone.

Isn't that your ex-partner?

-Vernon spoke to me.
-Ah.

The father-in-law talk.

Vernon has a way of
making his expectations clear

without actually
threatening you.

Yeah.

I had that talk, too,
but this one was different.

It was about Dani and Bill.

Oh, that talk.

He wants me to keep her
from leaning on him

during all this cancer stuff.

But I'm not sure
how to do that without

stepping on his place as
Chelsea and Naomi's father.

I mean,
what am I supposed to say?

Hey, Bill,
I know your ex-wife is worried

about getting cancer
and your daughters are scared,

but if you don't mind
stepping aside

so I can husband properly.

I learned the hard way about
marrying into this family.

The Duprees have
their own ecosystem,

rules, even their own way
of handling a crisis.

You tell me something
I don't know.

[sighs] You have
to respect that hierarchy,

but you cannot let them
run roughshod over you.

-And that includes Bill.
-Hmm.

He was her rock

long before I ever came
into the picture.

It's kind of hard,
competing with that history.

So don't. She's your wife.

Bill needs to stay
in his lane. Hmm?

And if he doesn't?

You put him there.

I am assuming
you have calculated

every possible outcome,

run all the simulations
through that big brain of yours.

You remember that?

Remember? Growing up,
I couldn't talk you

into a bad idea to save my life.

You would always weigh
all the pros and cons

and factor in what Mother and
Daddy might think

and then walk away.

It didn't stop you
99 percent of the time.

Except that one time
when I convinced you

to go to Romy's house party.

Because you told me
it was a study group!

I ended up watching you tongue
wrestle three different guys

while sitting in a corner
studying the periodic table.

Whatever.
Point is, we survived.

Because I mapped out
an escape route,

and thank God I was
sober enough to drag you

out of there
when the cops showed up

-to shut it down.
-And I am eternally grateful.

So, Miss Human Supercomputer...

...what's our exit strategy
this time?

Honestly, I just keep
thinking about the kids.

The test results could
give them choices.

Kat could decide
she wants children one day.

If she's a carrier,
she should have

the option of freezing her eggs.

We could all be in the clear.

There's still a chance that
neither of us has that gene.

And a chance that we both do.

Why even put
that in the universe?

Because I'm a doctor,
not a vision board.

I deal in facts,
not glitter glue and good vibes.

Well, I am choosing to remain
a positive Pete-- for Daddy.

Seeing what
this is doing to him,

watching Mother deal
with this diagnosis...

He has carried all of us
on his back for decades.

It's time we carry him for once.

Detective, are you ready to see
what I'm packing under here?

Now don't tempt me
into arresting you

for indecent exposure.

This time, it's...

...contraband.

Hey! Hmm.

Could it be illegal goods?

Stolen evidence?

I could go on.
Or you could just tell me.

well, I don't know
where the fun is

in guessing.

I mean, you could
just interrogate me and...

and make it all official,
you know?

I do promise, though,

to be very good
to the bad, bad cop.

Well, give me a hint.

Okay.

It's a treat.

And you are going to have
to work very hard for it.

JACOB:
Look at them.

Whispering like they're
brokering a drug deal.

Leslie is chaos incarnate,

but she has calmed down lately.

Is that your definition of calm?

No.

Yeah, no, they look like
they're a few steps away

-from softcore.
-Right.

I see that "I'm disappointed
in my girlfriend"

look on your face.

Can you blame me?

I thought we'd finally gotten
to a place

where we don't keep secrets,

where we're actually building
something real.

Instead,
I'm getting the details about

your family's medical crisis
from my boss.

I know how much
you want to impress him

and how important it is
for your career

to stay in the loop
on family stuff.

Kat, stop. This isn't about
my career or impressing anyone.

I didn't rush over here
to give you some lecture

about how I don't want to look
like a fool in front of Bill.

I came here because I love you.

I want to be your person,
the one you can

talk to about anything.

The one you can lean on
when the world gets heavy.

That's who you are for me.

And now I feel like
complete garbage

and it's not
because of the headache.

Then talk to me.
What's really going on?

It wasn't about not trusting you
or shutting you out.

I just need some time to figure
out what all this means

before I can explain it
to someone else.

I get that, baby,
but why do you have

to figure it out on your own?

That's just
how I process things.

Um...

And I still think
I just need some alone time,

at least until I can figure

all of this out.

Alone.

Tomas...

No, I-I get it.

Feel better, okay?

And when you're ready,
you know how to reach me.

Lab's more backed up
than the toilet

at homecoming weekend.

So I'm doing
the blood draw here,

VIP style.

Tapping us like maple trees

to see if we've
won the cancer jackpot?

It's no biggie.

You okay, Doc?

Looking a little
green around the gills.

It's just,

once we do this,

there's no going back
to not knowing.

We already crossed that bridge

when Mother dropped
the genetic bomb.

The longer we wait,

the deeper Daddy is going
to wear that hole in the carpet.

All right, Countess,

I'm ready.

Drain me dry.

Triple negative breast cancer
affects Black women

at a higher percentage.

That's not reassuring.

You asked for the facts.

Yes, the numbers look scary.

If you're a female carrier
of the BRCA gene,

you have a higher chance
of developing breast cancer

and ovarian cancer.

For men, it's prostate
and pancreatic cancer.

Yeah, I know.
Martin is at risk, too.

The keyword, though, is "if."

There's still a chance
you won't test positive

even if your moms do.

Genetics isn't like
passing down family heirlooms.

It's more random than that.

So I might dodge the bullet?

And early detection
is everything.

Your grandmother's
was caught because

she's conscientious about
getting her annual mammogram.

You mind if I check
with a colleague in oncology?

Get a rec for when you should
start getting screened?

Oh, by all means.

Awesome.

And I'll go with you.
We can make it a thing.

Wear matching outfits and even
rate the waiting room magazines.

[laughs]

Sounds more like a girls' trip.

Despite the deep dive,

this isn't my
first breast cancer rodeo.

I lost an aunt
to invasive ductal carcinoma

a few years back.

Alisha.

She was my mom's younger sister.

I'm so sorry.

My mom convinced Alisha
to listen to her

when it came to treatments,

instead of the oncologist
I found.

Oh, no.

So what happened?

Things got worse
instead of better,

and then she died.

Is that where the tension
with your mom comes from?

Dr. Montgomery?

The results you were
waiting for came in.

Thanks, Shanice.

You're the best, babe.
I'll let you get back to work.

So, Detective, are you going

to use your investigative
skills to ID this treat?

Or should I say

hard contraband?

Woman,
you keep talking like that,

you're gonna make me spill this.

[chuckles] That ain't all
you're going to spill.

Or maybe we should find
somewhere more private.

What's wrong? You worried about

your little brother in blue
over there?

Heh.

Brothers got your back.

That boy's less
brother-in-blue and more like

Daddy's favorite tattletale.

Then maybe we should disappear.

Before your self-control does.

You keep touching
my leg like that,

and I won't be responsible
for what happens next.

[chuckles] Oh, baby,
I'm counting on it.

Check, please.

I'll be at the Bowman--
waiting.

JACOB:
Malone.

[sighs] Boy Scout.

I couldn't help but notice you
and Leslie getting, uh, comfy.

You know that's what
grown folks do.

Maybe you could, too,

if you paid
more attention to your wife

and stop sticking
your nose into my business.

I'm just looking out for you.

That woman's got more drama than
one of those Housewifeshows.

[door opens]

Oh! Hello!

Almost forgot my treat.

You mean my treat?

The jury is still out on that.

Now, you ready to show me
that, uh,

concealed weapon
that you was bragging about?

Oh, don't wait up
for your ex-partner.

This inspection might
take all night.

Could have been you.

Find out what's
going on between them?

I don't even think
I want to know.

Well, I got a text
while you were over here,

and... sister emergency.

Do you think you can drop me
off at the club?

I got to go sweat off
whatever the hell that was.

Yeah, sure.

Also, promise me
that if the family does gather

for the test results,
you'll let me be there.

From now on,
I don't want to leave your side.

Have I earned
that sweet treat yet?

Oh, baby, no.

Not even close.

This first time doesn't leave
me wanting more?

There won't be a second.

I love the way
you make me work for everything,

even though we both know
you all mine.

That's kind of presumptuous,
don't you think?

Maybe I'm just using you

for your considerable talents.

Use me.

Break me if you can.

[laughs] Challenge accepted!

Tomas, you leaving out
right when I get here?

I just put in enough work
for the both of us.

Got to get my mind right
after the day I've had.

Yeah, I feel that.
Naomi just dropped me off

so she could meet with Chelsea,
so I figured

I'd get some reps in
while they do their thing.

Kat could use the company.
She wasn't feeling too hot.

-Is she all right now?
-Better, but...

Real talk, I think all
the Duprees got their emotions

running wild right now.

I don't want to speak
out of turn about my girl,

but if anyone's going
to understand, it's you.

Yeah, definitely, man.
What's on your mind?

Sometimes I find it hard
to be the supportive boyfriend.

That girl is so independent,
so stubborn.

I want to be there for her,

but she keeps
putting up these walls.

Welcome to the club, man.

All the Dupree women
are like that.

Independence runs in their DNA.

Naomi?

Yeah, she's been
real quiet lately.

And usually
when she gets like that,

she's about to do something
I'm not going to like.

Martin couldn't make it?

Had "urgent
congressional business."

Which, translation...

he's probably stress-eating
at a bougie restaurant

while complaining to Smitty

about how the world doesn't
revolve around his schedule.

Well, I hope he's not
knocking back tequila shots,

because if so, this family
needs a serious intervention.

Very funny, Chelsea.

I needed to self-soothe, okay?

Finding out
your grandmother has cancer

and you might be
predisposed to the same thing

tends to make
a girl reach for the bottle.

I was just trying
to lighten the mood.

I know.

It's just everything
is so overwhelming.

Tomas was trying
to get me to open up,

but I couldn't even
find the words.

Yeah, same energy with me
and Jacob.

It's like my brain hit a glitch.

Well, that's why
I sent the text.

I figured we all needed
to be together right now.

And if anybody understands
what we're going through,

-it's each other.
-Yeah.

Misery does love company.

Have either of you
checked in with our moms?

Last I checked,
they were both waiting

to get their blood drawn.

Ugh! I cannot!

-What? Headache again?
-No!

It's this!
Look, I love you guys,

but if I hear one more thing
about gene testing

or lab results,
I'm going to have a breakdown.

Okay, well, we can't just go
full-on ostrich

and pretend like
nothing is happening.

Says who?

Madison told me about her aunt

who had cancer.

She didn't do anything about it,
and now she's gone.

We have to be vigilant
with this stuff.

And I want us to grow old,

and sit on somebody's porch
in our matching tracksuits

arguing over which season
of Insecurewas peak Issa

and-and who's going
to make the snack run.

We all want that, Chels.

[phones chiming]

It's from Mom.

She and Aunt Nicole finally
got their blood drawn.

Samples are off to the lab.

Now all we can do is wait.

ANDRE:
Ah, there's my warrior.

[chuckles] I got just your
post-battle refreshments ready.

You know, standard
post-blood-draw protocol.

How did I get so lucky?

How'd the test go?

The actual test was nothing.

It's this waiting
that's going to destroy me.

Well, at least
you got it over with.

Yeah, and I got this souvenir
to commemorate

-the occasion.
-Ah...

Only you would manage to make

some medical supplies
look fashionable.

Just because
you're getting blood drawn

doesn't mean you can't
serve a look. [chuckles]

Yeah.

-Here, let me.
-Oh.

I got you.

-I am loving this
bedside manner.
-Yeah?

You'll love this...

[chuckles]

...even more.

Come here.

Therapeutic distraction sex?

As much as I would love to,

since you didn't get
much sleep last night,

what you need is a nap.

Damn, woman,
you exceeded all expectations.

You sound like a supervisor

giving a performance review.

"Leslie, you demonstrate
great initiative

and exceed quarterly goals."

Well, let me rephrase that.

I was expecting a tigress,

but I got a honey badger
instead.

[laughs]

Well, we are known
for our aggressiveness

and the ability to take
on very large prey.

Oh, I noticed.

[chuckles]

So, what's your soon-to-be

ex-wifey's animal comparison
like?

She's a little kitten
compared to you.

You know, it is a shame

all these sexy, strong men

stand with these boring women

who treat sex
like it's a chore.

Well, I'm staying
for financial reasons.

Wanted to keep
my pension intact.

She's leaving anyway.

Taking half of it with her.

Hmm. Sounds like you need
to make up for lost time.

Want your donut to refuel?

Later.

Well, if it isn't the most

beautiful sight
on the entire floor, huh?

[chuckles]
Did you practice that line

on the elevator on your way up?

Uh, that is pure charisma.
No rehearsal necessary.

Uh-huh.

Anything interesting happening?

Hmm, not unless you include
people asking me

where the bathroom
is every five minutes.

Good, I've got
a rib removal consultation

in an hour, hopefully
I can keep things peaceful

-until then.
-A rib removal?

You know, some people have
nothing better

to spend their money on.

Yeah, I know how it sounds.

But those vanity surgeries
fund my charity work.

For every socialite
who wants a tiny waist

there's a child
whose smile I can restore,

or whose face I can rebuild
after trauma.

I stand corrected.

You just went from zero
to superhero in one sentence.

It's nothing.

Speaking of using our gifts,

I know a mutual friend

who could benefit from
that kind heart of yours.

Who?

Nicole.

She's in her office,

and she's going through it.

Okay, thank you. Uh...

Oh, um,

early dinner?

It's quesadilla day
in the cafeteria.

Well, as long as I have buffalo
chicken and blue cheese on mine,

-count me in.
-Hmm. [taps counter]

Madison just texted--
the lab is backed up.

They can't even give us
a ballpark

for when the results will be in.

Great, more waiting.

This emotional roller coaster
will kill me

before any genetic mutation
gets the chance.

Which is why I choose
not to think about it.

Not thinking about it
takes just as much energy

as thinking about it.

I am incredibly adept

at the fine art
of selective ignorance.

I didn't think about
having sex every single

minute of
every single day for years.

But you eventually did.

And look what happened.

I got a PhD in mental gymnastics

trying to figure out
if I was doing it right.

And you're the one
who told me not to overthink it.

I'm not overthinking.

I'm not even close
to figuring out

what I'll do
if Mom tests positive,

but I do want to be informed

if and when that day comes.

It's called being an adult.

Yeah, well, have fun with that.

Well, you've been
awfully quiet, sis.

Anything to add?

Not today.

-[knocking at door]
-Come in.

Uh, a little birdie told me
you needed a friend today.

Actually, scratch that.

She'd hate that
I called her a bird.

Shanice.

Yeah. May I?

Unless you're
too busy saving lives

to see your devastatingly
handsome ex-husband.

[laughs]

Devastatingly handsome--
that's what we're going with?

I'm just stating facts. I got
the studies to back this up.

You're ridiculous.

But, yes,
I could use the company.

Okay.

Until these results come in,

we are suspended in DNA limbo.

Yeah, I spoke to Martin and Kat.

I didn't advise them to get
tested, it's not my place.

So what did you tell them?

That I'll be there for them.

Same goes for you.

We're not married anymore, but

I'll always care
what happens to you.

I'd like to think
this is the beginning

of a new phase for us.

As friends.

Is that your stomach
I hear growling?

Um, I was talking
to Shanice about quesadillas

and now I can't
stop thinking about them.

Here, this will tide you over.

I got you, I got you.

Always.

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