this conversation was not supposed to go like this. especially not at the height of pre-hall and in an area where it was almost certain that others could see you two.

valé had warned you going into this; “you’re too close to him”, “don’t fall for his tricks”, “he must have wrote the list! which means he isn’t a good person!” and god knows you should have headed those warnings, but right now, having your childhood-best friend’s hand on your face, it was brain melting.