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[abrightboy]

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[cactusy]

[Guess what possibility hadn't occurred to her in the least.]

Seriously?

[She asks, putting her soup down and looking back up at him.]

You tell everybody everything here.

[abrightboy]

I tell most people here 90%, same as them. I just don’t count you as ‘most people’.

[cactusy]

[Yeah, that look of mild bafflement definitely isn't letting up.]

Why would you confide in me more than most people.

[abrightboy]

You confided your problem to me.

[cactusy]

So is this like a quid pro quo thing, or like... extending trust because you think I extended trust.

[abrightboy]

The second one. With the added dimension that I thought knowing might help you with your own problems.

[cactusy]

[Ah. She sighs, hesitating for a second.]

Yeah, probably not. My issues are pretty different from night terrors.

I also didn't tell you about the simulation stuff because I trusted you. No offense.

[abrightboy]

You don’t tell everyone about it.

[cactusy]

Yeah, but I picked the people I told for practical purposes.

[She pauses again, shrugging uncomfortably.]

I like being straight with people. Just trying to be straight with you here.

[abrightboy]

I understand.

But you wouldn’t have told any of us if you thought you couldn’t trust us.

[cactusy]

Not actively distrusting doesn't mean actively trusting. I wasn't... confiding in you, or whatever. So you don't owe me anything.

[abrightboy]

It wasn’t a quid pro quo, remember?

[cactusy]

[She sighs, rolling her eyes a little, though it's a mild enough gesture rather than anything that looks like true annoyance.]

I like being straight with people, remember?