be discreet

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

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

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"Okay, give me one example."

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Jackson folds his arms on the table and mumbles into his elbow.

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"Didn't catch that."

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Jackson declines to repeat himself.

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She sighs. "Jackson..."

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"What."

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She shakes her head. "Is there anything I can say to convince you to go back to therapy?"

[alicornucopia]

Snort. "Yeah but you're not gonna say it."

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"What is it?"

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"Hi, Jackson, Isabella dumped me, call your master and tell him it's over and you're mine now, also go to therapy," mutters Jackson.

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Blink. "Um."

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"I said you weren't going to say it."

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"I'm not sure what to say," she says slowly.

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Shrug.

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"Do you... have a crush on me or are you in love with me or something?"

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"Not really. I'm just not picky."

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"Okay," she says neutrally, not showing the relief she's feeling, and shakes her head. "Is that really the only way I could convince you?"

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"You could set me up with somebody else who'd tell me to I guess, I'll do basically anything that way."

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She sighs. "Why can't you- care about your own well being?"

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"I already know you're not going to pay attention to anything I think about that so I guess it's probably because I'm depressed."

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"What am I not going to pay attention to, then?"

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"I don't have an opinion, I'm just a walking sack of depression, those don't know anything about how they work."

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"That's not what I'm saying. What is your opinion?" She bites her tongue on voicing what she thinks it is.

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"I just don't think I work very well on my own."

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Blink. "I know that. I- must have been very unclear if I sounded like I didn't think that. I'm sorry."