be discreet

[msmage]

It's not much later, in Isabella's room, that she asks:

"So... is Alex really a dom?"

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[alicornucopia]

"My life is better, now," clarifies Jackson.

[mrmage]

He sighs.

[alicornucopia]

"It is. And I'm not kneeling at people, I honestly thought you'd be happier about me not kneeling at people, you thought it was a huge awful thing."

[mrmage]

"I am happy about you not kneeling at people. I'm happy you don't feel the need to do it, I'm just not sure this was the very best way for that to happen."

[alicornucopia]

"How else was it supposed to happen?"

[mrmage]

"With you at least telling your dom about the things you don't want so that you're both getting as much out of it as you possibly can."

[alicornucopia]

"Well. I suck at that. So."

[mrmage]

He shrugs. "You asked me to get off your back, so. Getting off."

[alicornucopia]

...Jackson emits a juvenile snort.

[mrmage]

"What?"

[alicornucopia]

"...You said 'getting off', it wasn't like a masterpiece of humor, just."

[mrmage]

...snort. "I had not meant it that way, it was entirely unintentional."

[alicornucopia]

"I know."

[mrmage]

He shakes his head and continues eating.

[alicornucopia]

Jackson finishes his food and departs.

[mrmage]

And Sadde finishes his and goes to work, as usual.

[eclipsi]

And when Easter break rolls around Isabella brings her pet to the train station and they go to Phoenix.

[mrmage]

And Sadde is fidgety and nervous.

[eclipsi]

"It'll be okay, pet."

[mrmage]

"I'm pretty sure you're right, but I'm still kinda nervous."

[eclipsi]

Scritches. "Charlie won't even be there, just Renée."

[mrmage]

"Which means I'll get to repeat this at some point in the future, woo."

[eclipsi]

"Poor thing," says Isabella.

[mrmage]

He grins. "Fine, I'm being overdramatic."

[eclipsi]

Pat pat. "Yes you are. It'll be fine, lovely."