TW: mention of sm.king, dr.gs, add.ct..n
--Briar--
"You know," Bastet draws, grabbing their shirt from falling. I said we should hang upside down from the branches. They obliged. For some reason. "Quarry is annoying me lately."
Flare. What is he up to?
"What is he up to?" I echo aloud. Bastet hums.
"He won't take my advice about smoking. He just keeps on doing it." I draw my eyebrows in. Smoking? Is that why he would always leave the lab? Why his eyes looked like that?
"Smoking or drugs?" I ask. Bastet looks over at me. Their eyes train on mine. I frown. So, drugs then. "It's hard to stop something."
"I know it's just frustrating," They mutter.
"You should trust him. He is your friend. And stopping something like that is going to take a lot out of him. Be there." I'm surprised they're annoyed at this if they forgave Flare for working for Hadron.
Bastet stares at me, squinting.
"What?" I snap. Bastet keeps staring.
"Sometimes I really wish you weren't right. It would have just been easier if you just agreed. But now I have to admit that I'm being difficult." They frown. I exhale, looking forward.
My head is starting to spin from being upside down.
"I don't think you're being difficult. I just think you care." I turn. Bastet's wide eyes are glued to me. I feel warmth in my face.
"What?" I snap again, pushing my hand out. Bastet chuckles, grabbing onto my fingers.
"Yeah." They smile softly forward. I shrink back into myself.
They are trusting.
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