She stared down at the parchment, her lips pursed together as she tried to think of something to say to Reid. Well, that would be because your boyfriend is a werewolf didn't seem to be something to say over a written correspondence.
Nor was it her place to say anything at all.
But she had to say something. Purposefully ignoring it would only bring another one- and another one- until Reid was satisfied with an answer.
It just wasn't in her blood to lie. At least, not when she wasn't getting paid for it.
I'm not his mother, you know. There's been this thing going around the office, though- That could be it?
Reid glared down at Jemma's response with narrowed eyes, twiddling his quill between his fingers.
Something was up. Something was definitely up, and he had no idea what it was, and it was surely none of his business, but it wasn't in his nature to let go of things that weren't his business, especially when it concerned people he cared (-care, was that what it was now?) about.
Why on Earth would I ever do that? I don't know what happened to Bash. What did he say?
-Jemma
At the very least, she was being honest in that reply. She certainly was no expert of werewolves, no matter how many books she'd bought herself on the matter. She sighed. If Reid and Bash were going to continue on with whatever it was they were doing, he was going to find out eventually.
And I quote, 'you don't want to know' and 'you're better off not knowing'.
...Yeah.
You know something.
-Reid
Reid leaned back in his seat, tapping his fingers against the desk ('his seat' being the floor in front of the couch, 'the desk' being the coffee table, because he was a damned grownup, okay) as he watched the owl fly off again.
Jemma knew something. She had to know something. Because she was Jemma, and she always knew something, but also because she wouldn't be bothering with these half-assed veiled answers if she didn't-
She stared at his words for a long time, curled up on her couch with a host of stupid prenatal potions lined up on the coffee table in front of her. They all tasted like death, so she'd been putting them off, instead trying to think of how to get herself out of this.
It's hard to be obnoxious with someone who looks like they're about to keel over and croak. Even I have my limits, apparently.
...He's okay, though, right?
-Reid
More than not knowing the reason behind Sebastian's completely uncharacteristic, temporarily crumbling state, this really was what had been driving him crazy - not knowing what it was also meant not knowing how serious it might be. And Merlin knew that he had a well-developed imagination, as well as a wealth of experience, when it came to putting together worst case scenarios. Not knowing never helped.
And despite himself, he was apparently starting to properly care what happened to that stupid stoic statue of a man.
She hadn't been thinking the night she pushed Reid and Sebastian toward each other, not clearly enough anyway. She had known they would like each other, it had been apparent when she saw that look filter through them. But the werewolf part- Merlin, she just wasn't thinking.
He's ok. I know you're going to worry yourself, but just know that he's alright.
He was, indeed, going to keep worrying, but Jemma's reply at least relieved some of the stress that had been pinching at the back of his neck since Sebastian had opened the door in that wretched state. Jemma wouldn't lie just for the sake of placating him.
And she felt terrible. Keeping this massive secret from everyone. But the more she reminded herself it wasn't hers to share, the easier it was to keep continuing to pretend she didn't know.
Nor was it her place to say anything at all.
But she had to say something. Purposefully ignoring it would only bring another one- and another one- until Reid was satisfied with an answer.
It just wasn't in her blood to lie. At least, not when she wasn't getting paid for it.
I'm not his mother, you know. There's been this thing going around the office, though- That could be it?
-Jemma
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Something was up. Something was definitely up, and he had no idea what it was, and it was surely none of his business, but it wasn't in his nature to let go of things that weren't his business, especially when it concerned people he cared (-care, was that what it was now?) about.
Don't patronize me, Dorny.
-Reid
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-Jemma
At the very least, she was being honest in that reply. She certainly was no expert of werewolves, no matter how many books she'd bought herself on the matter. She sighed. If Reid and Bash were going to continue on with whatever it was they were doing, he was going to find out eventually.
Reid was relentless.
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...Yeah.
You know something.
-Reid
Reid leaned back in his seat, tapping his fingers against the desk ('his seat' being the floor in front of the couch, 'the desk' being the coffee table, because he was a damned grownup, okay) as he watched the owl fly off again.
Jemma knew something. She had to know something. Because she was Jemma, and she always knew something, but also because she wouldn't be bothering with these half-assed veiled answers if she didn't-
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I do.
But I can't say anything.
-Jemma
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Well, at least she wasn't beating around the bush about it.
...Seriously?
I mean - you do realize I'm not letting it go, right? Are you forgetting just how obnoxious I can get?
-Reid
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But be obnoxious with Bash, alright- cause I can't budge on this.
-Jemma
Maybe that would appease him- for a few seconds.
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...He's okay, though, right?
-Reid
More than not knowing the reason behind Sebastian's completely uncharacteristic, temporarily crumbling state, this really was what had been driving him crazy - not knowing what it was also meant not knowing how serious it might be. And Merlin knew that he had a well-developed imagination, as well as a wealth of experience, when it came to putting together worst case scenarios. Not knowing never helped.
And despite himself, he was apparently starting to properly care what happened to that stupid stoic statue of a man.
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He's ok. I know you're going to worry yourself, but just know that he's alright.
-Jemma
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You're still not off the hook yet.
-Reid
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-Jemma
And she felt terrible. Keeping this massive secret from everyone. But the more she reminded herself it wasn't hers to share, the easier it was to keep continuing to pretend she didn't know.
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