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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
It was probably common knowledge to most that, while no longer actively Zekkâs rival in any respect, he and Jag werenât exactly compatriots most of the time. He didnât tend to care for the way that Zekk couldnât seem to resist reminding him how well he knew Jaina. There wasnât anything that Jag coudl do to compensate for a friendship of that longevity. He had met Jaina when he had and, though he honestly believed that it wasnât soon enough, there really wasnât much that he could do about that.Â
Still, Jaina had very clearly made her choice, as had Zekk for that matter, and the whole thing was now just sort of irritating and somewhat wearying to Jag.Â
âFine,â he said, unsure of why he would want to belabor the point much longer. âThen, you can consider your mission accomplished and report back that I have been given all relevant intel,â he shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
âAnd, I can assure you, we have both spent more than enough time on that particular subject for one lifetime. I donât think there will be any need to discuss it more for the time being.âÂ
At least that was one thing that they could agree completely on. Jag had no desire to spend any time thinking about either his father or his father-in-lawâs sex life. Even when it appeared that theyâd overlapped.Â
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