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[notsoepic]

Um, Santana? Are you around?

[he figures she must be, but he wants to know something in particular.

A secret talk, with Zero nefarious purposes involved, is necessary.]

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[itsacoldone]

[Still sad, and kinda scared for other people.]

Noah?

[notsoepic]

Are you okay?

[itsacoldone]

[Shifty-eyes! As shifty as Saintana is possible of, anyway.]

Um...yes?

[notsoepic]

Are you sure? I mean... I just wanted to see if you were okay.

[Call it intuition, a hunch, or nothing at all, but he felt like he really needed to check up on her.]

[itsacoldone]

[Aaaaand she crumples like a leaf under the pressure.]

Actually, I. I'm kinda sad...

[notsoepic]

Um, what can I do?

[itsacoldone]

I don't know... Someone died...

[notsoepic]

A friend of yours?

[itsacoldone]

[Oh gosh, now she feels even worse, having to be honest.]

N-not exactly... [She blinks up at him in a sort of morse code, like she's trying to hint who it was without saying his name.]

[notsoepic]

Not exactly?

[He looks confused.]

What do you mean?

[itsacoldone]

Not...exactly my friend.

[BLINK. BLINK. Come on, Noah, isn't this code obvious?]

[notsoepic]

[Well, that's a relief, sort of. It's not someone he knows well then, like Kurt. Not that he's concerned or anything, of course.]

Uh... Okay. You don't get along?

[Then why is she sad?]

[itsacoldone]

Well, n-no... But that doesn't mean I wanted him to be hurt! [Tiny sniffle.]

[notsoepic]

[This is where he stops asking stupid questions and just pulls her into a hug.]

[itsacoldone]

[Oh, well in that case, she can only respond by sniffling some more and hugging him back, obviously.

SNIFFLE.

SNIFFLE.]

And now Dean's so sad...

[notsoepic]

Uh...

[He's not good at this sort of thing.]

Maybe you could, I don't know, bring him something that'll make him not be sad.