[the hug is unexpected. but it is not resisted, and not unwelcome - though vi lets out a little breath when jinx's arms close around her, and she can't stop her own from mirroring the gesture even if she'd wanted to. but she doesn't want to, and she's sick of the bullshit, sick of all the lying and all the half-truths that she'd just rather pour out her honesty here.
to be fair, the little seahorse in her pocket isn't making much difference now: all of this would have come out in the wash anyway. it's all she ever wanted to do.]
You're welcome.
[the small smile that had been on jinx's face? that's worth keeping what seems to be a fragile truce (??).]
He did say it. Kind of?
[this is better, though. this isn't full of possible doublespeak. the hint of a laugh in her voice as she speaks.]
He really wasn't happy to see me. He wanted it to be you, and no one else.
[it had been obvious. but the fact that it was vi? a stranger, any other sleeper would probably have been better.]
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to be fair, the little seahorse in her pocket isn't making much difference now: all of this would have come out in the wash anyway. it's all she ever wanted to do.]
You're welcome.
[the small smile that had been on jinx's face? that's worth keeping what seems to be a fragile truce (??).]
He did say it. Kind of?
[this is better, though. this isn't full of possible doublespeak. the hint of a laugh in her voice as she speaks.]
He really wasn't happy to see me. He wanted it to be you, and no one else.
[it had been obvious. but the fact that it was vi? a stranger, any other sleeper would probably have been better.]