[ Juno has what people have told him is an honest face, which mostly just means that he always loses at poker. it also means that he knows Elliot gets to see him react twice here — one flinch for the mention of last night, which had only sunk in after he parted ways with Nureyev and realised that everyone else could "overhear" that embarrassing fucking mess, and then a second flinch for he missed you. of course he did. shouldn't have, but then it was inevitable when Juno left him in the middle of the night without a word. he would have been better off if Juno had just said no in the first place. ]

Right. I'm sure we'll keep it down from now on.

[ he seems vaguely pained by it. Nureyev won't have much to say to him, as far as he imagines. he'll fold himself away behind his masks, retreat into a cold veneer of politeness. and that's enough of Nureyev for now; Juno has spent six months dwelling on it, he can have six goddamn minutes without thinking about him, especially when he's surrounded by people who have a direct line to those thoughts. ]

You seriously wanted to talk to me just because of Hadrian? [ redirecting the conversation, but he is curious. it doesn't make much sense to him. could be a symptom of the way a hivemind gets under your skin, maybe. ] Guess you're taking to that whole "Brood" thing pretty well, then.