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When Elle pulls herself up to the bar tonight, she's once again greeted with a book. This time, however, the book has a yellow post-it note attached to the cover, with the following scrawled across it:

I AM NOT A WEAPON.

"Yeah, yeah," she grumbles, pulling the book over and peeling off the note, so that she can start to twist it between her fingers.

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"Yeah."

She sounds... vaguely certain about that.

"I will not forget."

Which means she will not talk to Sam about it.

Not that she was planning on it anyway.

Sam is her friend, but Elle --

Elle is Elle.

"You don't - have to think about it."

She can't exactly tell X to forget. But still. She's mildly certain she hasn't thrown anything at any of X's other friends.

"It is not difficult," X says.

It's the truth.

Elle's expression doesn't let up.

And X's answer is what makes her rather reluctantly pick up the book, and admit, "I threw this at him."

"Oh."

X absorbs that.

"You hit him? With the book."

'I didn't see."

With a glance back to the note, "He must've left it here."

"I did not see a report," X offers.

"It is okay."

If that is what Elle was worried about. Or annoyed about.

Or both.

Neither, really.

She puts the book down.

"I didn't want to - not tell you."

Or, you know. Lie. To X.

"Okay," X says, even if she looks --

Well, she doesn't actually look very startled.

And --

"I tell you things, too."

It's not because fair is fair.

"I know."

She doesn't not trust X, after all.

X just nods again. Once.

"Okay."

They understand each other.

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