Jane spins his teacup between his fingers, watching you with that usual knowing smirk. “Let me guess…” You sigh. “Go on, tell me how predictable this was.” He shrugs. “Not predictable, exactly. Just… a pattern.” You furrow your brows. “What do you mean?” Jane sets his cup down, his gaze turning serious. “People have a way of revealing themselves over time. You gave, they took, and now—” He gestures vaguely. “Poof.” You cross your arms. “So what? I should just stop trusting people?” He shakes his head. “No, no. Just… trust better ones.” You scoff. “Easier said than done.” Jane smirks, leaning back. “That’s why you have me.”