âI donât have a stake in any fight,â Jag shook his head. âI am just surprised. Itâs not like Jainaâs parents to leave her without vital information and so I am a little bit shocked by the oversight.âÂ
He wasnât even going to touch sweetie. Half the time he wasnât sure if Zekk was calling him that to rile him or because Zekk still had a hard time keeping Jainaâs thoughts and his own separate. And, honestly, he wasnât in the mood to find out today.Â
He sighed. âOf course itâs âokayâ. Sheâs allowed to make her own choices. I just donât like that she didnât want to talk about it with me, is all. Iâm her husband. There arenât supposed to be things we donât talk about. And, if Iâm honest, I especially donât know that I like that not only could she talk to you about it, but she could send you as some sort of emissary.âÂ
Jag was glad that Jaina and Zekk had reconnected on Shedu Maad. Really, he was. He wanted Jaina to have friends and he really didnât have any bad feelings towards Zekk. Well, not a lot of them. Sometimes, he just couldnât help being a little bit jealous of the closeness that Jaina and Zekk still seemed to share. Even if he fully believed that it was more platonic now than it had ever been. That much was obvious.
Still, there was something sort of frustrating about this whole scenario. âSo what? I donât ever mention it to her again?â he asked. âBecause that seems very implausible at this pointâŠâ
Zekk didnât say anything, but he thought it was interesting to compare Jagâs more limited experiences with the Organa-Solos to his own lengthier one. In recent years, the family had embraced the importance of sharing intelligence as a matter of necessary safety as opposed to preserving secrets under the premise of protecting people from unpleasant truths. It wasnât hard to understand the cause of the shift, of course: Jaina was older now, and thus ostensibly in less need of being âprotectedâ from things her parents would have rather not told her, and they had furthermore all lived through a war together. Zekk had known Jaina since they were both kids, and sunk deep in the âyouâll understand when youâre olderâ category. Jag, on the other hand, had only entered the picture once the war was already underway; he had never seen Jainaâs parents deal with her a child.
It was still funny to hear Jagâs statement, and think back to all the times in the past that attempts by adults to keep their kids safe had led them into trouble.
Bringing that up wasnât likely to amuse Jag, though. Especially not right now.
(Part of Zekk was tempted to bring it up explicitly because of that, but that wasnât a part of himself that Zekk let out to play often. Not when it mattered, anyway. And Jag, apparently, had decided this was something that did.)
Instead Zekk shrugged. âMention whatever you like. Talk about whatever you like. Iâm not your marriage counselor, Jag, and Iâm not your commanding officer. Iâm Jainaâs friend, and so she asked me to spare her a potentially painfully awkward revelation. Which, as it turns out, was unnecessary because you already knew all about it.â Which Zekk still thought was hilarious, even as he found Jagâs sensitivity grating. âBut since we didnât know you knew, I came to make sure you did, because she didnât want to keep a secret from you. And now everybody knows that everybody knows, huzzah.â
He raised an eyebrow and added drily, âThe two of you can discuss your respective fathersâ torrid affair exactly as much or as little as you want to from now on. That is a choice that I am going to leave completely in your hands. Iâve officially now spent way more time and energy thinking about Han Soloâs sex life than I ever planned to. And way way more time thinking about Soontir Felâs than I ever, ever wanted. Ballâs in your smashball court now, hon.â