(That's the thing. She knows it wasn't about her, so why did he just have to drag her along for no reason? All this "girlfriend" this, "girlfriend" that. Irritating. Unnecessary. Not to mention โ it took Julian months to find out. Magik didn't even know. So, again. Privacy. Maybe they wanted quiet.
This was careless. Inconsiderate. She's had enough of that in her life.)
/I know it wasn't, which is why just shoving me in the middle is fucked up, Jules.
( he could keep his mouth shut. say nothing, leave it at that. julian keller would usually do just that, because - well. it's fine for everyone else to have feelings, but it isn't fine for him to. unfortunately, they're already long passed that point. )
/I ran into Foley in there. We were both a little fucked up by the Casino effects. And we made out a little. Quire knows, which is why he brought that asshole up./
/Jules. Okay. Sure. Now question is, why do you give that much of a shit?
Like, sure, he used a moment that you were not in your right head to justify his point, which is shitty. I can get that. My question is more like โ are you just mad because of just that?/
/Quentin's an obnoxious asshole, that doesn't stop me, unfortunately.
Look. I don't think he would have gotten under your skin if it didn't matter somehow. Maybe it matters just the way he put it, or maybe it matters for a whole different reason and it poked a different wound than intended. Point is โ it matters.
Do you want to try and figure it out, or do you want me to leave it alone?/
(Yeah, so, that doesn't answer the question. 'Do you want me to help you figure it out' and 'I got pissed off' don't match, but alas.)
/I wouldn't say you fucked things up for me, oh, so bad. We're fine between us; you just opened us up to external poking, which is hyper fucking annoying.
/... You were not in any danger of me not forgiving you, dummy. I'm like. Literally the softest-hearted Cuckoo there is. Whoopity-doo.
... Also if you lose your shit, I lose my shit, and I'm pretty sure if I lose my shit, you lose your shit. Can we just keep each other from losing our collective shits? Like a pact?/
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This was careless. Inconsiderate. She's had enough of that in her life.)
/I know it wasn't, which is why just shoving me in the middle is fucked up, Jules.
Okay./
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/I know. Stooping down to his level was a crap move on my part./
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Just don't put me in the middle again. I'll get over it soon./
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/You remember Aphaia, don't you? The casino?/
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/Yeah. What does that have to do with anything?/
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/Yeah?/
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Like, sure, he used a moment that you were not in your right head to justify his point, which is shitty. I can get that. My question is more like โ are you just mad because of just that?/
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B. Meant something, it's private shit.
A or B, honey. I can't draw for you.
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Look. I don't think he would have gotten under your skin if it didn't matter somehow. Maybe it matters just the way he put it, or maybe it matters for a whole different reason and it poked a different wound than intended. Point is โ it matters.
Do you want to try and figure it out, or do you want me to leave it alone?/
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( ughh. how does he put this. )
/Just figured if I fucked things up for you, you deserved to know why./
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/I wouldn't say you fucked things up for me, oh, so bad. We're fine between us; you just opened us up to external poking, which is hyper fucking annoying.
I already forgave you and all. I'll live./
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It's fine. No one in particular./
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Look. There's a billion reasons why we didn't tell. One of them is because we're already complicated without getting questions or remarks about it.
I think you can see there's no malice, but you know./
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But I get it./
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Sorry. I'll try not to lose my shit next time./
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... Also if you lose your shit, I lose my shit, and I'm pretty sure if I lose my shit, you lose your shit. Can we just keep each other from losing our collective shits? Like a pact?/
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