it’s hard, sometimes, to remember there was once a time when helena had been out for her blood. hard to remember that there’s more to her twin than meets the eye – especially when she’s looking at sarah with those wide eyes of hers, offering comfort neither of them has ever been all that intimate with in the best way she knows how. “you and me, yeah, meathead?” a slight smile twists at melancholy lips, one hand hand reaching out to pat helena’s knee from her spot across the couch. “we’re in this mess together now. ‘n you’re right – we’ll get through it, one day at a time.” even if it couldn’t be today, they will. all of them will eventually, as long as they have each other.