[anna could do a lot of things. she could say a lot of things, too. she understands right now that she is standing at the edge of something, standing alongside venus. and she doesn't know whether venus will sink or swim if anna pushes. she can't know. she can suspect, but she doesn't trust her suspicions here. she doesn't trust her gut, not when it could lead to someone's death. not anymore.]

[she looks at venus, and she gives a quiet smile, and she gently puts a hand on his shoulder. and she calls on a memory of something else, something that isn't at all what's happening here, but something that she hopes will be innocuous enough that she can get away with it.]

Who knows. Maybe something will change. It's not like I'm some gold star lesbian. But I am taken and monogamous, and that would probably be a bigger issue.