[She might have gone to squelch it right away, but unfortunately the connection is instantaneous. He can't help but flinch hurt and confusion back, particularly in the face of the artificial gladness that filters through a moment later.]
[What is she jealous of? He doesn't understand, and it shows. Tentatively, delicately, he nurses his own feelings of fondness towards her — doesn't push them her way, but holds them in his mind as he speaks of Fugo.]
[He doesn't understand.]
yes, he is.
but he's my friend, too. and so are you. aren't you?
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[What is she jealous of? He doesn't understand, and it shows. Tentatively, delicately, he nurses his own feelings of fondness towards her — doesn't push them her way, but holds them in his mind as he speaks of Fugo.]
[He doesn't understand.]
yes, he is.
but he's my friend, too. and so are you. aren't you?