Nope, nope. Everything is drama and backstabbings in Equius's head. Just your typical, pureblooded antics. He understood. It was his fault for opening himself up to someone, even someone of common blood. This is why he didn't speak of his problems.

He just stared at Gamzee's leg at first, then at the compact. Finally, he raised his eyes to the Slytherin, eyebrows raised and lips pursed. "I can do my own make-up, Makara."