“So you’re, uh, you’re basically telling me I’m screwed now, huh?” Michaela asked Jae with a small smile. “Seems like she’s not half bad at it. The um, the whole matchmake thing. So, how are you two, anyways? It’s just weird, I guess? Not a bad weird or anything, but the entire time I knew you, it was just you and I. You were like my sister and now, you have this whole family of your own. It’s just crazy to think about is all. And I know. I just sometimes wish it could? Maybe just one thing? But, you should never feel guilty for letting yourself be carefree and happy, Arty. You don’t need me to be that girl. She’s always been with you, just waiting to come out,” Hayden promised her. Scrunching up her nose lightly as Jae asked her what her tattoo was, turning around and hiking up the back of her shirt to reveal a watercolor wilting rose tattoo where half of the rose where the wilting and falling petals were black and white and the few petals still clinging to life were in different shades of rosy pink. “Before you say it, I know roses as basic, but I was drun-” She stopped herself mid lie. Letting out a deep breath before starting again, “Manic and I guess a dying flower just felt right at the time. I don’t really remember getting it much? And um, seeing that I was also dealing with nymph stuff for the first time, that would have been a fairly uh, long list. And, you don’t really have to say anything. It’s not really anything to be there for… it’s just me? My brain just works a bit differently. But, um… can you not, uh, tell anyone? I just don’t really feel like I can be some bipolar spokesperson in the media?”