There's a total lunar eclipse two weeks later, the first one since January 2001. That semiquarter and most of the next pass without much more noise. Jackson is occasionally sad because of his dom's electric toy, and he's occasionally more stripey than he wishes to be, but there's not a whole lot Sadde can do about that. Against his hopes, Mason doesn't dump Jackson, and nothing gives.
Sadde continues socializing with people, but no one new. And as the semiquarter approaches its end and summer break gets closer, Sadde receives an email from Tobias, saying that he fully expects his daughter to come home and tell everyone all about her first half year at magic school.
The email tells Sadde to behave.
Sadde is not in a good place.
He clears his throat and tries again. "I said I don't think I'll forget me. It may—if I spend too long, like that. It may take a while. For me to—remember. But it's—I guess—it was an experiment. I—" He shakes his head against her legs. "I know I can survive it, now. I think."
"This was the longest break of the year and soon you'll be eighteen." Pet, pet, pet.
"Yeah. It's not fast enough. But there's only one more break of that length before you're free."
"Yeah," he sighs. "I wonder if I'll ever be able to convince him to let me spend another break not with him."
"I don't know. Sounds like the way he wants you to be doesn't have a lot of room for negotiation built in."
He sighs. "It doesn't. And if it did, he would never approve of my using it to try to be with you more."
"Yeah, I'm not sure how it's all shaking out in his twisted reflection of reality."
"He probably thinks you're just wrong about yourself. Just like he thought I was wrong about me. And now thinks he's right. Maybe you just haven't found 'the right dom' yet, or something."
"I don't even have a 'I'd totally get on my knees for insert movie star here', she snorts.
Into the restaurant they go! He looks around, feeling better by the minute.
She butters him some of the complimentary bread. "One slice. I mean it about four desserts, you ought to have something nice today."
He smiles. "Have I mentioned I love you? Because I do. I really do." He eats the bread.
She gets a menu. She orders them a steak dinner for two.
"Beth's food is. Better. With my sense of taste. Uh. Not dulled," he comments. "But still not. Really good."
"Well, the food here is really good." She's running her fingers through his hair now that he has eaten the bread from her hand.
"I'm sure. But I'm demonstrably, um, suggestible by your presence. So. My opinions on the food may be. Biased. By general positive associations with you."
"As long as you enjoy it. Whether it's because they serve steaks sizzling in butter or because I'm overwhelming you with my aura, doesn't matter, the point is you enjoy it."