And unfortunately for Gela, Clarisse has had a while to think about all this and basically nobody to talk about it with, so she's gonna get the whole rambling mess.
"Ellie said something first. It was after she came back from a mission and we were hanging out in her room—" If by hanging out you mean cuddling in her bed, obviously— "but it honestly felt like we were together way before that. I mean, we went on a date during Wintermarch, in New York. We held hands the whole time."
She runs a fingertip up the side of her cup. "It sounds really dumb now, because we kept saying we were just friends but we were never just friends from the very start, you know? But I think we were both scared we were going to screw everything up if we said anything."
Gela shakes her head. "That's not dumb. It's hard, moving it all from one thing to another."
Sleeping with somebody, wanting to move along into dating them, having to tell them that, it's very hard. It can feel so dramatic. Gela remembers. She pinks up suddenly, attention darting elsewhere, teeth pressing into her lip.
That Ellie said something first is very charming, especially since she was the one nervously telling Gela a few details out on the ice, that Satinalia. She says, knowing the answer already but wanting to hear it directly from Clarisse, "Are you very happy?"
It's true, and maybe she didn't realize it until this exact moment. Not that she's happy, but how happy she is. Even rolling out of bed in the morning with the sun barely up, ready for drills and work. Even doing thankless heavy lifting, or riding out for a mission where she knows she'll end up dirty and exhausted and maybe hurt. Happy.
She is, it's so nice to hear about things like this, it's something she's really missed while she was traveling. Gossip will go anywhere, but it doesn't much matter unless you care about the people being gossiped about. And like seeing them happy, and trying to bashfully hide it away. Cute.
To answer Clarisse's question, "No."
Well. "There's Jude, but it's not anything serious." Which she likes, very much.
"You hook up with Jude?" Clarisse isn't really shocked to be finding this out; she's definitely seen Jude and Gela talk before and they seem pretty friendly with each other. Still, it's a pleasant little surprise.
"Good for you. He's hot." And he makes good pancakes.
"Not today," is Clarisse's answer, but she knows herself well enough not to assume it won't be the case, like, tomorrow. Or two weeks from now. Or whenever.
Hell, it's already happened a couple times in the past, and while she likes to think she did a decent job apologizing (or decent for her, at least) she would still like to... be better at it.
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And unfortunately for Gela, Clarisse has had a while to think about all this and basically nobody to talk about it with, so she's gonna get the whole rambling mess.
"Ellie said something first. It was after she came back from a mission and we were hanging out in her room—" If by hanging out you mean cuddling in her bed, obviously— "but it honestly felt like we were together way before that. I mean, we went on a date during Wintermarch, in New York. We held hands the whole time."
She runs a fingertip up the side of her cup. "It sounds really dumb now, because we kept saying we were just friends but we were never just friends from the very start, you know? But I think we were both scared we were going to screw everything up if we said anything."
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Sleeping with somebody, wanting to move along into dating them, having to tell them that, it's very hard. It can feel so dramatic. Gela remembers. She pinks up suddenly, attention darting elsewhere, teeth pressing into her lip.
That Ellie said something first is very charming, especially since she was the one nervously telling Gela a few details out on the ice, that Satinalia. She says, knowing the answer already but wanting to hear it directly from Clarisse, "Are you very happy?"
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It's true, and maybe she didn't realize it until this exact moment. Not that she's happy, but how happy she is. Even rolling out of bed in the morning with the sun barely up, ready for drills and work. Even doing thankless heavy lifting, or riding out for a mission where she knows she'll end up dirty and exhausted and maybe hurt. Happy.
She clears her throat, a little embarrassed.
"What about you? You, like, seeing anybody?"
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She is, it's so nice to hear about things like this, it's something she's really missed while she was traveling. Gossip will go anywhere, but it doesn't much matter unless you care about the people being gossiped about. And like seeing them happy, and trying to bashfully hide it away. Cute.
To answer Clarisse's question, "No."
Well. "There's Jude, but it's not anything serious." Which she likes, very much.
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"Good for you. He's hot." And he makes good pancakes.
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Re: Ellie, who is a little young for Gela sure, but she isn't blind.
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"I think so."
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"You don't need to apologise to Ellie, do you?" Ooh, did they fight?
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Hell, it's already happened a couple times in the past, and while she likes to think she did a decent job apologizing (or decent for her, at least) she would still like to... be better at it.
Just in case.