[For Jester's part, she rolls onto her side, rucking her pillow up beneath her horn to support her head as she listens to Fjord.]

When I said that, when I offered...

[Jester shrugs.] I didn't mean, like, random hookups and shit. It's just. [Her fingers curl into his, thumb rubbing over one claw-tip.] I didn't want you to think I was trying to, like, be your girlfriend. I'm terrified all the time that I'll say something wrong, or sound too needy. I know Molly comes first, and that's fine. But I can't help still...wanting you, you know?