thecapitol | Even though you know it's the wrong thing to say

Who| Felicity & Open.
What| Felicity tries to cope with girlfriend drama.
Where| Tribute tower common area.
When| During Family week.
Warnings/Notes| N/A? I'll update if necessary. Tag at your leisure! :)

Felicity was a mess. There was no other way to describe her current state of mind. All of the months she'd had to grieve and get her thoughts in order were meaningless now that Pippa was here. Beyond that, Pippa didn't seem to understand Felicity's resentment, having no idea of the betrayal she would eventually commit. The Pippa she was faced with was an uncorrupted, purer version of the Pippa she'd last encountered, and that made Felicity's heart ache all the more. She was enraged at Pippa, and for what? For something Pippa hadn't even done yet. It was all so unfair!

And she couldn't even appreciate Gemma's presence. Gemma, her dearest, truest friend in the world, the one person she could trust with her secrets, here at last. But soon Gemma would be gone, and Felicity would be alone again, left to mourn not only her best friend, but the girl she loved all over again. Felicity would have no one.

But perhaps it was better this way. Love was for the weak. Affection made people soft, and Fee could not afford the luxury of softness. She had to be bold and strong, and she couldn't let her feelings show. Instead, she put on a brave face, even as she excused herself from Pippa and Gemma's company in the District Two suites for some time spent alone in the common areas of the tower. She had to collect herself and be strong. Without her strength, she was nothing but a miserable, heartbroken little girl.

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Sometimes there is no patching up Albert thinks to himself darkly, thinking of Ciro and his constant derogatory remarks. But he won't voice that here, it wouldn't help anyone, so instead he privately marvels at how Jet can compartmentalize similar situations like that. It's good though, Felicity is not Jet, no matter how many similarities Albert can seem to count.

"They seem to have brought the people in everyone's lives who would cause the most upset to the tribute in question." As much as he feels grateful he escaped that, he feels guilty for being one of the only ones not burdened with visitors.

He sips his tea quietly.

Felicity shook her head, eyes lowered in concentration. "The one they've brought here died ten months ago. I have already grieved. I've mourned an entire lifetime since then. And now they've brought h--"

Her voice caught in a hiccup, to mask a sob. She wasn't ready to let them see her crying in earnest just yet.

Quickly, she sips from her drink, looking up at the pair of men. "What's more, my lover was a turncoat. We were betrayed, my friends and I. Our teacher was killed because of that betrayal."

Oh. That was different. Betrayal wasn't something Jet could really think about from any angle but one. There was no forgiving something like that. Even his own betrayal with what he'd done with his government wasn't something he'd ever forgive himself on and that wasn't even direct betrayal of the people he cared most about, more like a betrayal of himself.

Just imagining himself in Felicity's shoes -being betrayed by a loved one and then having that betrayal result in the death of another loved one, maybe someone like the doc- made him already hate this person he'd never met before.

"...I'm gonna guess that part's already come up between you." He couldn't imagine it hadn't, it would be the very first thing he'd address with someone like that.

If only Void had shown up instead of his parents, that was someone Jet would have been able to handle. Although he supposed he'd already kind of handled him when Jet had dropped a giant chunk of the Pentagon's ceiling on the guy.

"I don't believe there's any rule saying you must spend time with them." Just like there's no rule they have to spend time with Jet's parents, not since the guests all first arrived. It's a sense of obligation that the tributes bring on themselves, though Albert is split between wanting to ignore them entirely and keeping an eye on Ciro so he doesn't hurt Jet's mother.

"But for what it's worth, I'm sorry to hear this happened to you and your friends."

"Thank you," she said, exhaling slowly. "However, I feel that I must. You see, they've brought my best friend here, too, and I fear she may tell Pip all about what will happen. Pip hasn't any idea of what will happen, and if Gemma tells her--"

Felicity catches herself using the pronoun a moment too late. The result is the proud blonde's cheeks burning deep red.

While he wasn't expecting a slip like that, he barely even blinked. Plus, it wasn't really hard for Jet to figure out where the pause was coming from considering what she'd said and where--or rather when she was from. He and Albert both were from decades into her future and they'd had problems with the same thing for the same reason.

His shoulder brushed hers lightly. "Hey, we're some of the last people you've gotta worry about with something like that. Anyway, what's the worst that could happen if she tells her? It could change things." That seemed like a not so bad thing to him, if it was as bad as Felicity said.

They may exchange a quick glance but there's no judgement between Jet and Albert there. In fact, Albert lowers himself to sit with the other two. "We'll keep it between us, though, if that's what you want."

The question of whether she should reveal their future to her friends is certainly a big one, but Albert thinks that on the point of her romantic leanings, Felicity might need a little more comfort that they won't sell her out or something than just to gloss over it. Granted, Jet could be right but Albert knows that if he'd made the same slip in the same situation, he'd want reassurances that it would remain secret. At least, until he was ready to tell. And that he would't be suddenly ostracized from what friends he'd made in this place.

Felicity wanted to kick herself. She wanted to run away, sprint off into the night so that neither of them would see what a stupid fool she'd been. How could she have been so careless? How could she have given herself away like that? She didn't know it was even possible to feel such complete dolt.

"No!" She said, practically barking the syllable. If she was trying to play down her slip, she was certainly not succeeding. "I, er... I mean, nothing can change what will happen. She... Pippa, I mean, is already dead. The events are already in motion and the only thing telling her will do will enrage her. And I couldn't bear it if she were angry with me. Not after everything that's happened."

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