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Library, Sunday

Face wasn't sure exactly why he found being over Endor so hilarious, but he couldn't keep himself from bursting into snickers at random moments.

He'd also managed to dig a few relevant books out of the stacks. Deep out of the stacks.

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"That is... good."

Cassandra's weekend had not been terrible, if mildly confusing. She was still awkward.

She fiddled a bit more. "I. Did as we talked about. Some time ago."

"That's...good."

Well, at least she hadn't been kicked off the island. Obviously.

"The principal was very understanding," Cassandra said stiffly. "It is now settled."

Given what he'd heard on the radio, Face suspected Dante might beg to differ. "I guess it is then."

Yes. ~~Because the mun's current crop of characters were all a bunch of stubborn assholes who CANNOT LET ANYTHING GO why do they hate me.~~

"I... am sorry I have not spoken to you. In some time."

Unless you counted the weekend.

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"Well, it's been a stressful few weeks," Face said, being the one in possession of tact.

"I'm sorry," Cassandra said. Again.

For what, she wasn't sure, this time.

"I... can I make it up to you? I do not want us to waste these last few months-- being silent."

"I don't either," Face said, rubbing his face. "It's just, this was a pretty heavy thing." Especially considering he didn't have any more practical experience with relationships than she did.

Part of Cassandra wanted to argue, again, about the inevitably of the Heavy Thing. But that part wisely shut up for once, though whether it was out of wisdom or simply a strong desire to avoid more awkwardness was debatable.

"I suppose it was," she said, subdued. "And I am uncertain how to... bridge whatever divide is between us because of it."

Face poked at the books on the desk, as much to keep his hinds busy as anything. "We can't pretend it didn't happen," he said, because he needed to be honest with himself. "But repeatedly picking at it isn't going to help either."

"It is something about which we disagree," Cassandra said. "I will not insult you by insinuating I will change your mind now."

Now that she wasn't worked up and inclined to actually try to shout him into submission, at least.

"So," she said, hating the way her voice went thin and fragile, "I suppose the question remains is whether you feel this terrible enough to cease our-- association-- over."

Groping for words wasn't fun at all.

"I don't know." Which probably wasn't the reassurance Cassandra was hoping for, but it wasn't rejection either. "It would be simpler if I was sure one way or the other."

It was neither. Cassandra was not great with uncertainty.

"Then... what should I do...?" she said.

There had to be something, surely.

"I'm not sure there is." You couldn't shield bash emotions into submission. "We'll have to figure it out as we go along."

At least he was referring to a 'we'?

Cassandra's life would be so much easier across the board if she could shield bash emotions into submission.

She let out a ragged sigh. "Yes," she said. The 'we' was encouraging, yes, but little more than that. "I agree that we cannot pretend that it did not happen. That would be... unfair, I suppose."

Maker, she was terrible at this.

"We disagree," she said, haltingly. "I believe on this topic we will always disagree." Somewhere, it stung knowing that he was unwilling to trust her on it. But it hadn't stung enough that she'd wanted to be angry at him in some permanent fashion. "Is that something you can live with?"

Face came from a galaxy where the government regularly disappeared people (when it didn't just kill them outright), that he believed she thought she was doing the right thing was far more trust than he'd extend a lot of other people.

"I'd like to think I can, I guess we'll find out." They were teenagers, emotional maturity was the exception, not the norm. "Can you?"

They only had a few months before Garik left - and Cassandra went home. Surely there would be no further trouble with rogue mages on the island in that time.

She was silent for a long moment. "I would like to," she said. "Yes."

"Than we'll take it one day at a time and see what happens," Face said. Though that was a good idea anyway, given how little time they had left.

"Perhaps... we can share a meal in the coming week...?" Cassandra said. Still tentatie, but less so now.

Face nodded. "I'd like that."

"Thursday, perhaps?" Cassandra said. "At the, ah-- the Thai restaurant?"

She was trying to step on her nervousness. Maker.

Which would be why Face wasn't teasing her...one of them, anyway.

"Thursday sounds good."

Cassandra nodded stiffly.

The effect was somewhat ruined by the involuntary sigh of relief that followed.

"I will see you then," she said, and turned and ~~bravely ran away, away~~ walked towards the door.

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