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WHO: Dirk & anyone.
TONE: Serious with Jane, ?? with others
RATING: G for now
WHEN: Thursday, March 14th
WHERE: The library
WHAT: Open log!
STATUS: Ongoing.

It's not unusual to find students studying in the library, and that's where Dirk has apparently decided to do his work this evening, if the large stack of books next to him is any sort of indication. He's flipping through most of them, occasionally reading entire passages, but more often simply taking a glance and jotting something down on the parchment in front of him. From the stack of books around him, he's been doing this for a while.

Every so often, he gets up from his seat to shelve one volume and grab down another, taking the long way through the shelves to go get each book. Why? Well, asking him might get a result.

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"Oh, dear, I can't even imagine. You must be so stressed out..."

She hesitates for a moment, wondering if she should apologize. After all, she certainly added to his stress, didn't she? She was the one who made him come see her egg, after all...

Jane brushes the hair from her face, exhaling a tense breath. "I'm, um. I'm sorry for adding to that, if I did. That mess with the potion must've-- must've been quite a pain."

She ignores how admitting this makes her heart clench and her stomach sink.

Dirk looks up from the book, and hesitates before he says anything. He flips a few more pages, stalling as he attempts to get his thoughts in order.

"It was better than it could have been," he says finally. "It could have been someone neither of us know. It's not your fault that there was a potion on the egg."

Jane hesitates, then nods. "Yeah...I suppose that could be. Awkward."

She lifts a hand, runs it through her hair. "It was pretty awkward anyway, though. Making you say those things..." Which you'd never say otherwise.

Dirk shrugs. What can he say about that? He definitely believed what he was saying at the time, 100%. If anything, Jane managed to keep it together more than him, all things considered. "Well, now that it's over, you don't have to feel obligated to ignore me to spare my fragile heart. Seriously. I'd rather have you be my friend than have to worry that I scared you off."

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Jane blinks, tilting her head slightly. "Your heart? I...is that even an issue?" She fidgets a little. "I mean, it was only because of the potion that you could even like me, right? I was just worried about it being awkward!"

"I..." Well, it was an attempt at a joke, but it obviously fell flat. Dirk shrugs again, and stares at the book between them as he answers it, as though it can save them from the awkwardness of this situation, rather than making it worse.

"Yeah. It was just 'cause of the potion," he says finally. "So you don't have to worry about things being awkward any more."

"Oh."

Well. That answers that.

"Better get to work then!"

She goes quiet, fighting away all the thoughts that threaten to push their way into her head. She pulls the book to her, flips through the index, gets the information she needs jotted down. Then she closes the book, slides it back to Dirk, and starts gathering her things.

"I'd better go finish writing." Don't tear up, don't look right at him, don't stop moving. "It was n-nice catching up, Dirk."

"Wh-" Dirk glances up from the book, surprised even enough to show through his shades. Jane had been fidgety, sure, but he wasn't expecting her to actually leave so quickly.

Maybe he was stupid to think that. She definitely wasn't looking forward to this from the beginning. So finally, he just nods. "... Yeah. Good luck with that essay." He doesn't say 'see you tomorrow.' At this rate, he doesn't know if he will.

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