"Hey honey. I missed you."
"There's breakfast in the kitchen."
"Are we okay?"
"Mhmm."
"What're you doing?"
"Research paper."
"For?"
"Econ."
"Join me for breakfast?"
"I already ate, Sar."
"Join me anyway?"
"Okay."
"How's your paper?"
"It's okay. Almost done."
"That's good."
"..."
"..."
"How was the sleepover?"
"It was fun. We drank and watched movies and just chilled."
"You drank? Alcohol?"
"Yeah. Is that a problem?"
"No. Hope you had fun."
"I did."
"Cool."
"..."
"..."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah?"
"Athena's your ex-girlfriend, right?"
"..."
"It's a yes, then?"
"You can trust me, you know."
"I know. I do. I just don't know why you never told me."
"Does it matter?"
"I don't know, Sarah. Does it?"
"..."
"..."
"How'd you know?"
"You still have her photos and letters."
"Were you snooping? What the fuck, Thalia."
"They're in your wallet. You always make me hold your wallet when we're out. Of course I'd see it when you ask me to pay. I didn't read the letter, by the way. I just saw your name and I saw the photos and I kind of figured it out."
"I don't love her anymore, you know. I promise. I didn't even know they were still there. I'm throwing them away after breakfast."
"Mhmm."
"You don't believe me?"
"If the roles were reversed, would you believe me?"
"I don't know."
"If I kept photos and letters of my ex, and I hung out with her a lot, then you find out I slept over her house and drank alcohol, would you believe me if I'd say there's nothing going on?"
"You're making it sound worse than it is."
"What did I exaggerate?"
"..."
"I thought so."
"There's nothing going on though. She's just my friend."
"Why is that so hard to believe? I trust you, Sar. You know I never stopped you from going out or drinking or whatever with whomever. Why couldn't you just tell me you dated Athena?"
"I was afraid you'd stop me from seeing her."
"When did I ever force you to do anything? Or to stop doing anything? Why would I do even ask you to stop seeing her?"
"I don't know. Because you'd think I'd do something. Cheat on you or something."
"Would you?"
"No. I swear."
"Then I believe you."
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