Only a week had passed since the night at the docks, but Blake wasn't able to get those few days out of her mind. She remembered the stunned look on Weiss' face when she realized just what it was Blake had said. The hints of betrayal in those icy-blue eyes were as much a reason for Blake running as anything. She just couldn't face that.
Now, things had settled, but Blake could still sense a tension between them--or at least, so she thought. She couldn't be sure it was only her; she thought she could see strange looks from Weiss out of the corner of her eye sometimes, despite her claims that night that she didn't care.. But it was soon to the point that Blake knew that she needed to talk it out, if only for her own sanity and comfort.
Her opportunity came not long after. Two weekends after the night at the docks, Ruby and Yang had left to meet with their father for the day, to catch up with him. That left Blake and Weiss alone, and when they were both settled in their dorm after supper that night, there was no better time.
Despite that, Blake was nervous. She wasn't meant for confrontation. Her instinct screamed at her to run, to retreat until Weiss was asleep again. But there really wasn't any other way to truly smooth things over, and they needed to work as a team--tension would only get in the way of that.
So, as Blake leaned on her arms on the window sill, bent over the small bookcase, and gazed up at the moon, she finally spoke. "Weiss... are you... really okay with--with me? My history...?"
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