Friend. You can bet ten thousand things are going through Ethan's head at once. Friend. Friend? Mallory is friends with Miss Riye? ]
. . . Like, friend, friend? Him? I— [ Suddenly, he shakes his head. He just openly called her "friend" an asshole. ] I mean, I— He's just . . . [ And his shoulders droop, completely. Peony said they were friends too, and he's pretty into Luna . . . Or was it Luna that was into Peony? Or Mallory?
God, not that again. Who is boyfriend will never be discovered, and that wasn't even the point. ]
S—sorry, Miss Riye.
[ It doesn't change his opinion much right now, but— he doesn't want to be the asshole, either. ]
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Friend.
Friend. You can bet ten thousand things are going through Ethan's head at once. Friend. Friend? Mallory is friends with Miss Riye? ]
. . . Like, friend, friend? Him? I— [ Suddenly, he shakes his head. He just openly called her "friend" an asshole. ] I mean, I— He's just . . . [ And his shoulders droop, completely. Peony said they were friends too, and he's pretty into Luna . . . Or was it Luna that was into Peony? Or Mallory?
God, not that again. Who is boyfriend will never be discovered, and that wasn't even the point. ]
S—sorry, Miss Riye.
[ It doesn't change his opinion much right now, but— he doesn't want to be the asshole, either. ]