Electra watches him leave. She isn't completely oblivious, as Anders says. She knows Laurel has less than a month to live. Something Anders doesn't know.
He is trying to give Laurel fulfilling last days. Laurel is trying to protect him from himself. And Electra is caught in the middle.
She sits there mulling over everything. She pulls the glass to her lips. It's empty. She leans and reaches for the bottle and pours herself another glass full. She is sipping from the glass when a sullen Anders walks back into the living room.
Electra says nothing. She just watches him move near her and occupy his former seat on the sofa.
Electra lifts the bottle, fills his glass and hands it to him.
Anders takes the glass from her. “Thanks.”
She shrugs and lifts hers to her lips. “It's good wine. Tas
