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-
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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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