"Look, I'm not knocking it." She comes to half-sit, half-lean on the corner of his desk. "So I feel like I could ... stand to talk to somebody about something personal, which I know sounds scary or at least not that fun. But I did bring weed and I am totally down to share if that sweetens the pot at all."

They're close enough that this doesn't feel wildly off base, but on the other hand, asking for a listening ear so directly does feel like a bit of a new step for Cosima. Then again, don't ask, don't get. She's been stewing for a while, and she knows herself well enough to know it's not doing anything productive to her psyche.