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[controlledvariable]

[Not that she's jealous....

But she's a little bit jealous.

Even if she knows that's a) stupid and b) selfish when she has a girlfriend.]

I figured that part out myself. [The hating Jesse bit.] I'm guessing I shouldn't trust her?

[Since... manipulative.]

[5055034455]

[He glances over at her, expression skeptical.]

You're asking the wrong guy about who you should and shouldn't trust. There are some things I trust Sonya with, like work, but I'm seriously regretting dragging her into the Jesse situation.

[controlledvariable]

[He says that, but the problem is that she's asking him because even if she was having trouble trusting him, she trusts his opinion on other people. If he said it was okay to trust Sonya, she would, just like how his answer is going to make her be a little more careful.]

She knows I have a daughter. [and she shrugs, drumming her fingers on the mug before looking back over at Saul] I didn't tell her anything about Jesse, though.

[They talked about him, but it was mre Steph just giving her opinion on the whole thing, rather than information.]

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Careful, Steph.

[Maybe "a little more careful" won't be enough. Saul eases the faucet off with his elbow, then shakes out his hands and grabs a nearby dish towel to dry off.]

I like Sonya a hell of a lot. I want to trust her and I want to be able to tell you that you can trust her, but I still don't know what she's up to, so I can't.

[controlledvariable]

I know.

[And she sounds like she means it, like she's listening.]

After what she told me, I kind of lost it a little. ["a little"] And I didn't wanna rat you out, so I figured that would explain - you know.

[Maybe she could have come up with a lie if she wasn't in the middle of a panic attack.]

I'm not planning to tell her anything else.

[Either about herself or anything of the other shit going on.]

[5055034455]

[He nods. Saul doesn't blame her for saying what she said; he's had moments like that himself, when he was in the middle of a freak-out and told Sonya more than he should have.

But his response is quick and quiet because she just reminded him, all over again, of what being involved in this mess is doing to her.]

Good. Don't.

[controlledvariable]

I won't.

[It feels a little like she's agreeing to an order, but it doesn't grate like it normally would, so she decides to let it go.

And make a joke of the whole thing:]

She did call me sweetheart. Maybe she likes me.

[Steph can u not]

[5055034455]

[Saul rolls his eyes and chuckles, then tosses the towel back onto the counter and fixes his sleeves. Of course Sonya did that.]

Does anyone not like you, neshomeleh? Not counting the people whose asses you've kicked, of course.

[controlledvariable]

[Her grin is more than a little cheeky.]

I'm pretty sure there's people who like me even after I've kicked their asses, too.

[Actually she's pretty sure most people don't like her, but that would get in the way of joking around.]

[5055034455]

[Like me?

Things Saul almost says, but doesn't.]

I'd believe it.

[controlledvariable]

[It's okay, she thought it, too.]

Sometimes it was 'cause I beat 'em up, although that might've just been Clancy.

[oh she made herself sad]

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Well, you know how it is. Some people pull pigtails, other people...

[He trails off, smirks.]

[controlledvariable]

Dress up as a superhero to get my attention?

[No that's probably not where he was going with that.]

[5055034455]

[It's not, but:]

Oh, is that what I have to do? Man. I've been going about this all wrong.

[controlledvariable]

[She slowly raises an eyebrow.]

Because what you've been doing so far clearly hasn't gotten my attention.

[She needs to stop talking.

But really.

She was in his bed.]

[5055034455]

[And he does the same, barely able to hold back a smirk.]

Has it?

[controlledvariable]

I'm not answering that, your ego doesn't need any help.

[Because saying that obviously doesn't answer the question anyway.]

[5055034455]

[No, that doesn't answer it at all. And he's totally not beaming like the smug little shit he is. Nope.]

[controlledvariable]

God, shut up.

[He didn't say anything...]

[5055034455]

I didn't say anything!

[He tries to feign a pout, but he can't even do that because he's still smirking too much.]

Jeez, Steph. So defensive.

[controlledvariable]

I could hear you thinking.

[She regrets everything.]

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I don't think so.

[And now his smirk is suggesting something entirely different.

Maybe now is a good time to reach for his own mostly untouched, too-cold coffee.]

[controlledvariable]

[Wow, yep, she can totally get what his smirk is suggestion, and has to look anywhere but at Saul. She really hopes she isn't blushing (she is).]

I don't know how anyone puts up with you.

[just saying]

[5055034455]

[She should leave. Pronto. Because if this was dangerous before, it's downright perilous now — no one's home, no one's going to be home for a while, Steph is still here and now she's blushing and the last time Saul made her blush...

He swallows a gulp of coffee, then allows his shoulders to rise and fall in a nonchalant shrug.]

Barely, that's how.

[controlledvariable]

[Yup.

She finished her coffee about two minutes ago, and has been just nursing the empty mug, before she decides to give up on it.]

And yet you're still so damn smug.

[She's just going to take a moment to wash up her mug, setting it with the rest of the dishes once she's done.]