[He grimaces. Both in reality and in his mind. But at least with the added sense of security, there's not much chance anyone is going to overhear. And it probably needs to be said.]
(Far as I know... the Darkling isn't his biggest fan and... that's partially my fault, apparently.)
[Embarrassment leaking around the edges of his own mental shields. This doesn't even really make sense to him.]
(Because... he apparently takes offense to us ...) [Oh god he has to say this doesn't he. It's easier to punctuate the word "offense" with the memory of the sharp feelings the Darkling always attached to Sam's name. The way he brushed it off like an irritation.] (... dating.)
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(Far as I know... the Darkling isn't his biggest fan and... that's partially my fault, apparently.)
[Embarrassment leaking around the edges of his own mental shields. This doesn't even really make sense to him.]
(Because... he apparently takes offense to us ...) [Oh god he has to say this doesn't he. It's easier to punctuate the word "offense" with the memory of the sharp feelings the Darkling always attached to Sam's name. The way he brushed it off like an irritation.] (... dating.)