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"This is Jean. I can't answer right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you."

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[quickfingers]

[He sort of swivels around on his heels like the topic is something tangible on a plate in front of him that looks so unappetizing he doesn't want to touch it. Yet he knows he should, and just sort of resignedly sighs before moving over toward her bed. He gives her one glance and a fraction of a few seconds to voice any disagreement before he'll flop down on it and stare up at her ceiling.]

You know what would look good up there? Those glow in the dark stickers. [He says, eyes trained upward but - it's just one last breath before his eyes glaze a bit and he stops focusing on what he sees.]

It was weird? I can't believe I actually did it. Just... said it like that.

[greyate]

[ She watches him silently, giving him the chance to make the choice. She believes it's better to get it out but if he would rather decline the offer, she would accept that, too.

She smiles some at the mention of the stickers, the fleeting thought sent to him, Maybe if we ever find any. Because he's not wrong. ]

Maybe your mind knew it was time before you did. That happens sometimes.

[quickfingers]

Mmm, maybe. [He's not too convinced, mainly because:]

I always blurt out stupid shit, though. My mouth just likes to run faster than my brain can keep up with it.

[He turns his head to look at her, raising his brows. We all know #crutchesgate] You know first hand how that goes.

[greyate]

[ She tries to press her lips into not smiling, because oh boy does she know. She was mad at the time but looking back on it now? It was a little funny. And it honestly needed to happen. She just had no idea Peter would be the catalyst for it. ]

Yeah, it's true.

[ She sighs through her nose, ]

But I think maybe it was more than that. I mean, you wanted to tell him before. Maybe being around him in a different setting helped. Did you feel like you could be more open with him?

[quickfingers]

Sort of. [Every interaction with Erik's been... weird. He's enjoyed it, getting to know him before and after the whole reveal - but it's always had a strange weight to it. Like he's been trying to absorb everything he can and not fuck anything up.

He covers his face with his hands, talking through them:] We're gonna meet up again and talk since before was kinda just. Unexpected. I didn't have notes, he didn't have notes. Y'know?