       she knows plenty, though she shares only a pinch of the data tucked in the various corners of her mind. enough to keep them aware, but not so much as to get them killed. itâs different when bethâs own life is the one on the line. sheâs much less scared.  â yeah? then leave me be, dipshit. i can take care of myself just fine. â  alison plays along, and for that, beth is thankful. itâs a distraction. though short-lived, it eases the tension in her shoulders. confessions roll easier off her tongue this time around.  â yeah. heâs worried too. he â checks my pulse every night. he does it when he thinks iâm asleep. iâm okay, ali, i promise you. â
alison nods solemnly, drops her hand from bethâs arm and locks her own fingers together in front of her. she knows that beth has somebody to look after her, but for some reason, it doesnât feel enough. what if heâs not doing all that he should?Â
âi wish you would talk to me. itâs the least i can do. i mean, cosima handles the science, and you handle everything else. i just want to help, beth.â
