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It's the anniversary. Glam would very much not like to celebrate.
It’s their last day on Winslow High—they’re being transferred to Arcadia on Monday—and also their last day without a patrol schedule assigned.
And the PRT released a small announcement on its website about Glam joining the Wards. Now their wiki page doesn’t get erased, of course—they’re no longer speculative. They wonder what it’s got on them.
Sadde and Bell in Worm
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mxglam
mxglam
He laughs. "Don't say that, you're going to encourage me." He smiles a bit sadly. "If you're still okay having me around even with—" He makes a vague gesture with his hands. "I'll probably ask for your help. More often, that is. And other people's help, too, and my own help, but yeah. I'll try not to just jump into things like that."
thinkering
"Did you really think I was going to quit talking to you because you have a crush on me?"
mxglam
"Talking to me? No, of course not. But, you know, I've been hanging out with you a bit more often than with. Anyone else. And vice-versa. And you might've wanted to tone that down a little. And I had to be safe, anyway, not just assume you're comfortable with whatever."
mxglam
Glam waits and waits and waits and is not called to Piggot's office. The chaos dies down a little, and they're still not called. That's—worrying.
They hover over to her office and knock softly.
"Come in."
"Hello, Glam," says Piggot. "What brings you here?"
mxglam
"I—would like to apologize. And, well, take blame for it, if it wasn't obvious already, but apologize anyway. I acted without thinking, without full knowledge of the consequences, it was foolish and immature."
"Why," says Piggot, softly and evenly, pronouncing every consonant with exactitude, "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. There is no blame to distribute for calling the Youth Guard, which you are absolutely free to do at any moment and with whom we are delighted to cooperate. It is no doubt I who should be apologizing to you for not making enough resources available to you here that you felt you could solve your problems internally."
mxglam
"I—" They swallow. "I don't think there is anything you should apologize for, I do not believe you or Ms. Yates are at fault for—anything. I was selfish and childish and rash and uninformed and naive. There is probably nothing I can say or do to help it, but I wish Ms. Yates was still here."
"Ms. Yates's career decisions are of course entirely her own," says Piggot silkily.
mxglam
"Of course," they repeat in a low voice. "If—if you can think of anything I can do to, help, with anything, and if you can trust it's something I could do without breaking it, I would be glad if you told me," they continue, in the same low voice. "Even if it takes a long time for me to earn that modicum of trust."
"I'll bear the offer in mind," says Piggot.
mxglam
They nod, then look up to meet her eyes, because staring at their lap is probably not very conductive to expressing whatever it is they want to express.
"I think that was all," they sigh.
"I think that was all," they sigh.
"Have a lovely afternoon," says Piggot, smiling thinly.
mxglam
"You too," they say, then leave.
...they should probably go check on Boots. Even thinking about it makes a few bruises felt, but they elect not to react to them.
...they should probably go check on Boots. Even thinking about it makes a few bruises felt, but they elect not to react to them.
Boots is a little hard to find.