While Vanya doesn't know exactly what her sister is going through in this moment, she at least knows they're two Hargreeves with no ability to self-soothe, so she stands strong and silent for a little bit. Allison squeezes her close and Vanya leans into it as long as it's there. There is still a lot of work to be done. If only their father had been as generous with the idea of therapy as he had been with books and targeted pharmaceuticals.

Not a single part of Vanya feels stuck here, though. She'd been stuck in reality in no uncertain terms, one way or another in New York and in Texas. She knows they are trapped, and she knows how hard that must be for Allison without Claire. So, this is something she'll keep to herself. What a luxury it is to choose to have a secret.

Similarly, Vanya wonders if any one of her sibling have ever done a single chore. Vanya's been on her own since she was 18 and has long since adjusted to sustaining her own space. Allison has a child, but did she have butlers? Cleaners? How much fancier was her life than at the Academy, a life that had been pretty fancy on its own.

"What do normal families do about chores?" Vanya wonders aloud, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Besides just doing them."