This fills the “friendship” square.
It comes after Hands-on Knowledge.
Jin leaned against the bleachers in gym class, and listened to his human friends fail to understand.
“You introduced her to your folks, right? You did the whole prom thing, you’ve gone on dates… you’ve got all the hard stuff out of the way.” Toby had been with his girlfriend, Vanessa, for over a year; he at least thought he knew what he was talking about.
“Until Valentine’s Day.” Geordi had gone through seven girlfriends in six months. “Or her birthday. Or, god forbid, Christmas. But it’s April. You’re golden, unless her birthday’s in May.”
“Seriously.” Toby caught a ball tossed their way – they were supposed to be playing dodge-ball – and shook his head at Jin. “Unless this is oogy boogy stuff?”
“Oogy boogy!” Geordi wriggled his fingers in what he clearly thought was a classic “magic happens” gesture.
“Yes.” Jin sighed. “It’s oogy boogy stuff.”
“Is she…” Toby mimicked Geordi’s gesture.
“Well, yeah. I mean, I wouldn’t have brought her home so soon otherwise.”
“Racist parents, hunh? I know how that can be.” Toby shrugged. “So she’s a… damnit.” It was as if, having played the ‘racism’ card, he felt like he had to be correct himself. “She’s a dweomer, then? So it’s not like you have to keep the magic stuff hidden from her. Can you do that, in your house? I mean, we’ve been there, man…”
“Exactly. You’ve been there. Which means, you know who my neighbors are.”
“What, the pixies?”
“No, they’re not quite neighbors…“ Jin shrugged. “Besides, she’s already met them.”
His friends – even his human friends – weren’t stupid. “Woah. You mean the dragons. You haven’t introduced her to Jimmy yet?”
“No.” He hunched his shoulders forward. “I haven’t. When a dragon doesn’t like someone…”
“He’s your best friend, man. I mean… we’re your friends. He’s your literal wingman.” Geordi patted Jin’s back. “She makes you happy, right?”
“Yeah?” Yeah. More than anything.
“Then Jimmy will be fine. But you gotta tell him.”
Jin swallowed. It wasn’t nearly that simple, but… “Right. Right, okay. If you see charred remains…”
“We’ll make sure all the girls cry at your funeral, yep. But it won’t be like that.” Toby punched his arm. “Go. Talk to him. That’s what friends do.”
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