Quote:
Originally Posted by
imaginarynumb3rs
"Because," Wesley squirmed, "because sometimes you don't want to tell someone something." She shifted her weight anxiously, biting her lip for a moment, "You don't want them to know...that you did something...wrong."
Was it bad to wish yourself good?
The 6th year's eyes widened at Jake's next words, her hand reaching to the pocket where the metal, a lump beneath the fabric, rested. But that wasn't - she wasn't - he -
"That's not,"
true.
She stopped; something clicked.
"You too. Be proud of what you are too." Her brow narrowed, and, perhaps for the first time ever, Wesley looked stern. Demanding.
"Promise."
Jake didn't understand that, but he nodded anyway.
He smiled slightly when Wesley reached for her badge, but that smile fell slightly.
"Well... what exactly is there for me to be proud of?" he asked, not really expecting an answer. The young man shrugged.
"When I find out what it is, I will."
Only his pride wouldn't be so visual. Hm.
"Sit down?"
Wesley was still standing... making Jake nervous.