"No. My eyes are rolling so hard I sprang a leak," Kate tries to snarl, but it lacks the usual bite. Biggie's okay, so she's not crying anymore but this is seriously fucked up. Her hands want to shake from tension when she unclenches her fists and pushes them through her hair instead.

"Wait." She actually turns and looks at him. He's not freaking out at the screen. Her eyebrows hitch upward but a knot in her chest loosens. "You know. About the reels. And you're not freaking out." Kate's not going to look too close at why Nikola knowing makes it hurt so much less.