Del/Jinx - G

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“How’d it go?” Jinx asked as Delilah entered her room. She’d been out all day with Pierre trying to keep people together. Well, Delilah had been doing less of keeping people together and more trying to make amends. She still didn’t know where she wanted to be with Pierre- “You love him” “Would you shut the fuck up, Jinx?”- but she did know she didn’t want him to be upset. And this whole Renee…thing was upsetting him. She didn’t really care too much about the two girls…but Pierre? Delilah could have bitch slapped Renee all the way back across the English Channel for that.

“It went…well, sucky.” She dropped down on her bed next to him and wondered, not the first time, why the hell Jinx had taken over her room and why she wasn’t kicking him out.

“And how’s your boyfri- don’t hit me!” He flinched away and she let her hand fall down onto her stomach as she lay looking at the ceiling.

“He’s not.”

“I know, darlin.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“I’m sorry.”

A long pause and silence filled the room.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he told her.

Del shrugged. “He’s…” Sad. Hurt. My poor Pierre.

“Sucky?”

She sighed and closed her eyes. “Yeah.”