"Jesus, what the hell?" Lexie asked, wiping blood from her lip with her finger. (She didn't look unused to having to do that.) "I told your boyfriend I was sorry already. He had an ax, okay? I didn't want to get hacked, sue me."

"Maybe just . . . go somewhere else," Wade suggested, staring at Octavia with wide eyes, even as he handed Lexie a napkin. Lexie took it and nodded, hurrying for the door.

Jennifer, on the other hand, just hung on to Octavia, burying her face in Octavia's shoulder. "It's okay it's okay it's okay it's okay," she said, barely even able to hear herself under Octavia's screech. "It's okay, they're okay, it's okay, it's okay. . . ."

She was pretty sure Octavia had finally just -- snapped. Which, having been crazy -- or thought she was -- she felt like she understood.