Dragon in Distress

Jett was nearly always on guard while he was out and about. In his line of work (that was crime, by the by) you had to be. So when a girl -- he knew her, right? -- came crashing into him; Jett wasn't surprised. He assumed she'd have gone around him, but whatever. Jett caught Laelynn as she fell backward and righted her.

"Woah, slow down there. Where's the fire?" he squinted at the tears but didn't mention that he saw them. How could have not? She wasn't a cute crier, but most people weren't. Ooookay. Today was seeming interesting already.

"About what?" Okay, this sounded like a teenage problem. Jett had never cried and ran about something when he was a teenager, but then he also wasn't a girl, is that changed anything. He rubbed her back, unsure how to handle this. To say he was worried was giving the situation too much credit. He wasn't stressed over what he might say, at most he was anxious to get the details.

"Um, okay. Did you just find this out? Is that why you're crying?" Why was she informing Jett how love worked? Or whatever? Not that he followed the whims of some string. He'd mess with who he wanted and love whoever he damn pleased. Actually, how did these strings deal wit incest? Was that... -- A question for another time! "Okay, okay. Just settle down and tell me what made you cry, exactly. Was it this? Did you just find out?"

Okay, so that was definitely a teenage problem if he had ever heard one. As the Dragonness gripped tighter to him, Jett reached up to run his hand over her hair; it would have been through her hair, if not for all the tangles. Christ, terrifying little girl cries.

"How did he change? What made you think he changed? Also, I'm not sure strings can deem whether you like a person or not, Lae, if you like a guy go for it, strings be damned. Don't need any strings to tell you how you feel."

Jett was wondering if he and Jeong were bonded? Him and Toby? If they weren't, he wouldn't have stopped. They were his, even if they were stringed to other people. They would always be his.

Ooookay. Jett held her, so she didn't fall. He looked around like someone might save him from this teenage Hell. Nope. It looks like this was up to him, for some reason. This girl had terrible judgment if she thought crying against his shoulder was a good idea.

Jett's first reaction was just to cuff Lynn upside the head, but he didn't think that would help this situation. Instead, the Skinwalker sighed and pulled Lynn up straighter so he could hug her and absentmindedly rub her back. As if to say, there-there little one. "Hun," if there was some condensation in his voice, well he couldn't help it, "confidence and pride don't mean a lack of kindness. Sounds like he just likes you and sucks at being smooth. If all a dude wanted from you was sex and you ran off crying at the first sign of flirtation, truuuust me, he's into you rather than what you have to offer. Just, trust me on that one." Yes, believe him because he knew this shit firsthand. She didn't need to know that part.

"Um, I suggest communication. Because communication is key to all things loving and relationship worthy." God, was he really saying this? Okay, Jett knew all this logically, because he was a smart guy and he practiced these things with Jeong and Toby but damn if he didn't hate saying it out loud. He was not a shoulder to cry on. He was not a healthy example of things.

"Have you just never had a guy hit on you before or something? This all sounds pretty damn normal to me, even if your little friend is just God awful at it."