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"And then he had the nerve to complain that I didn't make him any dinner, when he told me earlier not to worry about it!"

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"And then he had the nerve to complain that I didn't make him any dinner, when he told me earlier not to worry about it!"


You seethed, unloading everything that happened to Sasha and Connie— who, despite how tired they both were, decided to listen to you grumble on about the fight you had with Jean. You told them everything; the yelling, the insults, and especially how he punched the wall after losing his temper.


"Shit." Connie exasperated, surprised that the fight had escalated that far.

"I'm so sorry, y/n. Are you okay?" Sasha asked, concerned as she searched you for any evidence of bodily harm.

"Yeah, I'm fine. As much as I can be, I guess." You sighed. "... I asked Jean for a break."


Both of them look at you, wide-eyed and in a state of pure shock. It wasn't uncommon for both you and Jean to threaten each other with break-ups, but usually by the end of the fight neither of you would actually make good on them.

This time was different; you were the only one that knew the reason why, and you damn sure were going to keep it that way.


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