Angela headed back down the stairs and into the apartment. The floor still needed vacuuming and the air was still stale, but it was a start.
The bathroom door opened. Genesis stepped out in shorts and a tank top, drying her hair with a towel. Angela looked away instinctively.
“I just called my doctor,” Angela said. “He’s going to ask around and find you a therapist. I’ll let you know as soon as he calls me back.”
“Great,” Genesis said flatly.
She leaned against the back of the couch, draping the towel over her shoulders.
“You haven’t changed your mind already, have you?” Angela asked.
“No, I’m going to see this through,” Genesis said. “Just… can you promise me one thing?”
“Sure, what?” Angela said.
“No matter how bad things get,” Genesis said, “no matter how tempted you are to just drop everything and take care of me, don’t let me lean on you too hard. I don’t want to be a burden.”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” Angela said. “I’m the helpless one in this relationship, remember?”
Angela froze, caught off-guard by her own choice of words. She could feel her face redden. Genesis chuckled and walked forward. Angela stared at the brown toes sinking into the thick carpet with every step.
Genesis said, “Close your eyes.”
Angela closed her eyes.
And they kissed.