He steps aside, leaving the window open.

She climbs through the window, into his room and stands before him. Silent.

"What happened?"

"I-" her voice breaks, "I want to tell you. I'm scared."

"Whatever it is, it can't be worse than my secrets."

He hugs her, murmuring, "Juliet" into her hair.

She clings to him and continues to cry.

She's welcome to cry along.

The music eventually stops, but Matt doesn't let go.

The tears don't stop but she looks up at him and whispers, "I don't know what to do."

"Whatever's going on, you can tell me. You're the Hamlet to my Ophelia, right? The Cathy to my Heathcliff. Two hearts, one soul."

She kisses him.

She stops crying. For the first time in two days, she feels... calm. Everything about her relaxes and all her thoughts are of him.

Kissing worked. He tries it again.

This time she fully gives into it and pulls him closer, enthralled.

!!!

He pulls back eventually, because he doesn't want things to escalate too fast.

She's silent for a long time, just looking at him.

"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks..."

He closes his window.

"Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon," she quotes back, with a completely different meaning.

"Whatever it is, you can tell me."

Juliet sits on his bed, looks down at herself and immediately stands up again. Her clothes are dirty and her shirt sleeve is ripped and bloody.

She moves from the bed and away from him, nervous.

"Did Erica mention anything about... yesterday?" She looks out the window. "What day is it?"

"Still the same day, at least for another few minutes."

"Okay, okay. Um."

She starts pacing.

"I- I," she stutters, "I've never told this to anyone before. The people who know have always known and everyone else. There hasn't been anyone else," she starts rambling.

"Just start at the beginning."