I’m me. I’m me. I’m me.

She can’t say it. The water closes over her head again.

Oh, this is really well-written!

An instant later, she’s in the elevator. Whoever was holding her, they’re gone; she’s alone.

She buckles, falls to her hands and knees, and the doors slide open in front of her.

I love the shock of the physical transition from something that's just happened in her mind to suddenly it being later.


“Irving B,” Milchick says, “is currently in an isolated productivity chamber, focusing on a solo project, until he has learnt to treat his colleagues with respect.”

That is perfectly consistent with the vibe of the show, the blend of corporate speak, infantilization, and torture.

“Mark,” Helly says, appalled, desperate. A part of her is terrified he’s about to shove her face into one of the sinks.

“Right, yeah, of course. Sorry. Of course you are.” He kisses her again. “I know you are. I’d be able to tell if you weren’t.”

I keep wanting to say something about this, but all that comes out is keymashing and then deciding my keymash looks weird and deleting it.

“I tried to resign,” Irving says. He meets Helly’s eyes again. “I didn’t want to force you to work with someone who’d attacked you. My outie refused my request, I’m afraid.”

“Jesus,” Dylan whispers.

That's an extremely Irving response!

She drops her voice. “And, hey, you can’t tell me you’ve never wanted to fuck on the Kier bed.”

Mark and Dylan exchange quick glances in a way that Helly suddenly really wants to know more about.

Waffle parties!

Irving shakes his head. “I don’t think I could... touch a woman in that way.”

Huh. It somehow hadn’t crossed her mind that he might just not be interested. She trusts the rest of the team, she cares about them, so she’d be happy to let them touch her; it’s as simple as that. She guesses it’s not the same for everyone.

Helly discovers some pople are gay.

Irving catches her hand and holds it.

It’s not sexual, but it’s intimate; she can feel the sweat of his palm, she can feel the way every thrust – of Mark into her, of Irving into Dylan – jolts their hold on each other. She meets Irving’s eyes and smiles.

Aw!