Amends

'Did Indigo tell you much about the gathering at the weekend? My mum filled me in on all the details.'

'Yeah... She mentioned some of it.'

'It seems she made quite an impression. Mum was saying there was a bit of a stir... very traditional, her and some of the others.'

'Snobby, you mean.'

'Well, yes, to put it not so politely.'

'Mmm... She mentioned she got really badly verbally attacked because of her tattoos.'

'It doesn't surprise me.'

'Sounds like they need to join the real world. Loads of people have them these days.'

'I know. I'm fairly sure Mrs Delafontaine's son has one too, and I imagine she was one of the biggest instigators...'

'Umm, Indigo said it was Jameson's mother. She accused Indigo of being a drug addict who slept with the tattoo artist to get hers done.'

'...Wow.'

'Oh honestly. That's far out of line. Mum said your father was there too. She said he seemed an odd fellow.'

'Well, she's not wrong there...'

'That's putting it mildly. He didn't give Indigo too much hassle, did he...?'

'I don't think so... I didn't hear about it, anyway. Mum said they seemed very distant.'

'Was Grandad there?'

'Yes, and his new girlfriend.'

'Lucky everyone else.'

'...More like Indigo and Dad are mortal enemies. Hey, um, what was Annalise like?'

'She took ill, poor thing. She must be due soon, mustn't she?'

'I think so...'

'Well, lovely talking to you, I should be getting some study in before lunch is over-'

'Wait. Listen, before you go, I've been meaning to say... I'm sorry for the way I've treated you. There's no excuse for it. Getting you expelled from Millington's was a really shitty thing to do.'

'...Oh.'

'So yeah. This is me trying to make up for being an awful person. I - I don't expect you to forgive me, or anything, just needed to do it.' 

'Well... thank you.'

'Bye...!'

'Hey.'

'Hey, you okay?'

'Not too bad, thanks. How about you?'

'Yeah, not bad. So much work though.' 

'Ugh, yeah... I've been staying up until two the past couple of nights to try and get it all done.'

'Who needs sleep.'

'Not me, but I share the sentiment.'

'What's that like, anyway? What do you do when you've finished your work and it's still late night? ...Masturbate?'

'Sure. Guess I should do it less though, don't wanna get death grip...'

'No. Jude might be offended if you said she wasn't tight enough.'

'Yeah, think she might hit me! She's only been with me though. Kind of a good thing, at least she won't have anyone to compare me to. Don't have to worry about not being big enough.'

'Or too big. That can be just as bad, I think.'

'Yeah, true. Middle of the road, can't go wrong there. You don't run the risk of stretching someone out either.'

'It... doesn't work like that.' 

'People would never have more than one baby if the vagina stayed the same size after something like sex or childbirth. You couldn't even use it as a storage compartment unless you wore knickers held up with a belt.'

'...Good point. Whoops.'

'At least you know now before you've gone and said something offensive about her vag.'

'You know, I just remembered. I tried watching lesbian porn once. Or what I thought was lesbian porn, anyway.'

'It wasn't, then?'

'It was specifically labelled as lesbian, but then Dad showed up halfway through. I thought the entire point of lesbian porn was that there were no men in it.'

'Wow, that must've been awful.'

'Was this one of those men turning lesbians straight things? Because honestly, Abraxas has only ever made me surer I'm a lesbian.' 

'Yeah, that's exactly it. ...I don't look at porn at all now. Nothing's safe, it seems.'


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