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Silas found relief in the fact that Silvia's schedule didn't align with yours. While you and Silas were practically attached to the hip because your job required you to serve him, Silvia had to run around the place doing odd jobs.

"Silvia isn't here," he told you as you sat down, looking around in confusion. "Last I saw her, she was doing the laundry. Seems like she made a bunch of new friends, though."

"Oh?" You blinked your eyes, smiling, "that's good for her, isn't it?"

Silas seemed pleased that Silvia had made new friends. Maybe Silas did hold affections for Silvia after all! Maybe your plan had worked — you had been worried since Silas didn't seem too fond of Silvia.

"You're pleased," you noted, "does this mean you're slowly liking her? She's a sweet girl, Silas."

And she likes you, Silas thought inwardly. That had made him bitter. Silas had been your friend first, so technically, he was first in line. And Silvia was the same age as him, which made it even more annoying. To top it off, on your first meeting with her, you had already given her a nickname.

"Maybe," Silas offered an ambiguous answer, choosing not to say anything. "But does this mean we don't have to hang around her anymore? After all, her mother did say that you only needed to accompany her until she got the hang of things. And from the looks of it, she has. Why do we still need to talk to her?"

You gave a soft sigh. So you were wrong, after all. Silas was still jealous. You ruffled his hair and looked pointedly at him. "Because we're her friends, Silas. How would you feel if I suddenly stopped talking to you?"

"...Upset," Silas murmured, "Angry. Furious. Disappointed. Bitter —"

"Woah," you laughed, "that's a lot of adjectives. Nice to know how much I mean to you."

"How much do I mean to you?"

"Oh, Silas," you softened, "you saved my life. You mean a lot to me. So you don't have to ever worry about me abandoning you."

"She likes you, Y/n."

Yeah, you had noticed.

"It's a childhood crush. She'll get over it soon," you said flippantly, "I can't just ostracize her because she has a few tiny feelings, right?"

"...I suppose so."  Yes, you can.

Silvia wasn't all that bad in Silas's opinion. She cared about you, which was a good thing. She happened to have a penchant for baking, and Silas liked that, too. Plus, Silvia treated Silas well and had given the both of you two little cards with your names in cursive. So really, Silas didn't hate Silvia.

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