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“I’m sorry,” Jade says, when he sees Mythra next. “That was unkind of me—”
“Next time you know the answer to something, just tell me, okay??” Mythra demands of him, desperately, instead of letting him say any more bullshit. “You could’ve just said that Malik runs a stupid safehouse for flesh eaters, you know!”
Jade stares at her for a stunned moment, and then nods.
“I will,” he says.
The fury in Mythra fades out, satisfied.
She doesn’t care why he didn’t. She can think of a million reasons why that was the kind of thing he felt he might have needed to keep secret; a million more where he didn’t even consciously consider it a secret as much as he simply deflected from being honest. Of course he did that. Whatever! That’s not the point.
The point is that he doesn’t keep secrets from her.
The point is that he doesn’t make her feel stupid for something she doesn’t know.
But that’s too much to say—too fucking much, and too close, besides.
So, instead:
“Promise?” she asks.
“I promise.”
And that’s that sorted, too.
I Can't Stop Thinking About It
(( #ywkon #jademythra forgot bsky tags are functional also LMAO ))