Jaune Arc and Ruby Rose strode side-by-side through the open air courtyard of the Vale City Shopping Mall. They'd just departed from a local music store known as Bard's Nook, where the latter hosted a master class on cymbals. But now it was time for her to go home, a task Jaune happily volunteered himself for.

Though they walked in tandem, they did not interact. Not for the moment, anyway. Ruby was absorbed in her Scroll, typing out a message with swift fingers. Shortly after leaving the Nook, she decided it was a good idea to text her sister to inform the older girl of the situation. Jaune couldn't argue, and thus allowed her the privacy with which to do so.

Almost out of the courtyard, though, they'd swapped several messages already. In Jaune's mind, it should've been a short exchange; one text to say what had happened, and a response to either approve or deny the event. But, as he now was privy to, nothing was ever so simple between the sisters. Chatterboxes the both of them, there was no such thing as just a few text messages.

Several feet more, and the entrance into the rest of the mall was close. The two teenagers rounded the corner to their right and headed for the trio of Plexiglas double doors. Just before they went through, Ruby finally stowed her Scroll with a smile on her lips. They pushed through adjacent doors and continued on their way.

Jaune was met immediately with a blast of air conditioning, a rather jarring sensation compared to the heat outside. The mall interior was brightly lit by myriad artificial lights in the high ceiling. The floors were mostly broad white tiles, with red squares to break up the monotony every so often.

There were stores everywhere. Everything from clothing departments, to sporting goods, to hobby shops, and even a curious little stop selling reproductions of antique weapons. Jaune quite liked that one, even if he couldn't afford anything inside. There was something for everyone inside the sprawling economic heart of Vale. Tiny crowds of people flitted around the stores, traversed the causeways, or sat on benches in between. It catered to all kinds, and took all kinds to run.

The only kind Jaune cared about right then, however, was the one who traveled with him. Her smile from just a minute ago faded into something more neutral. Eyes forward and shoulders relaxed, she looked utterly content as they pressed on in silence. That wasn't good enough for him, though. Curiosity got the better of him.

"So, what did you tell Yang?" He asked. Ruby glanced at him for a moment before returning her gaze forward.

"Just that I'd found you and we'd gone to the Nook, but now I'm tired and you're taking me home."

"And she's okay with that?" This was the crux of Jaune's concern. The last thing he wanted was to incur the wrath of Yang.

Ruby gave an affirmative hum. "She said it was really nice of you. Oh! And she says 'hi.'"

"Ok," Jaune said, relaxing. "Tell her I said 'hi' back."

Now, he hadn't meant that literally, but it went completely over Ruby's head as she pulled out her Scroll to do exactly as he'd instructed. Jaune heaved a mental sigh and smiled down at her. She wasn't even trying to be adorable and yet…

After relaying the platitude to her sister, Ruby again stowed her device. The friends walked on for a few moments more in silence. Jaune allowed himself to unwind fully, armed with the knowledge he wouldn't have to hide from an angry older sister anytime soon. Or, perhaps he should say, a Yangry sister. …He'd been hanging around her too much.

They were close to the exit when Ruby's device once again went off. At this point, Jaune was glad she'd set it to vibrate. The younger girl checked on the disturbance. He assumed it was another text from her sister, probably checking up on the two of them. Certainty twisted to doubt as Ruby stopped in her tracks and burst out laughing.

Jaune whipped around to find his companion hunched over with shoulder shaking uncontrollably in time with uneven chuckles. One arm clutched her midsection. The other hung by the wayside, fingers in a tight grip upon the Scroll. She made no attempt to cover her mouth politely, and instead allowed merriment to flood the walls. Jaune regarded her with a raised eyebrow.

"What's so funny?" He couldn't help but smile and share in her contagious happiness. "Did Yang make a good pun for once?"

"No. It's… It's-" No matter how hard she tried, Ruby just couldn't string together a sentence atop her mirth.

In lieu of speaking, she raised her scroll to Jaune. He read the message. To his surprise, it came from Weiss, rather than Yang.

"Does Jaune need anything from the shoe store?"

The question was simple. The boy guessed he could see the humor in it, but enough to elicit such a reaction from Ruby? She could exaggerate at the best of times, but this was extreme even for her.

"I… I think I'm missing something."

His confusion seemed to spur a desire for self-control in the younger brunette. She took deep breaths between loud spasms. With each repetition her laughter subsided. It was a gradual process over several seconds, but she finally took the reins back. Her voice was still a little strained when she spoke, though.

"Don't… don't worry about it," Ruby said, a snicker sneaking out. She began walking again, and Jaune fell in beside her. "It's an inside joke, and a bit of a long story."

The two passed into the breezeway—a place for people to wipe their feet—separating the interior doors from the actual exit.

"Well, it's not like I don't have time," Jaune said, voice echoing off the enclosed space. Ruby gave him a broad smile as they left the building fully.

They both were buffeted by the warmer outside air. The parking lot was full of cars. All makes, models, and colors either sat idle in spaces or milled about to look for one. Not that there were any to be found, though. This would likely be one of the last nice days of the year, and people were determined to enjoy it. Really, it had been a work of God that Jaune managed to find a space so close. Ruby walked beside him as he took them to where his car lay.

"Okay!" began the girl with a sparkle in her eyes, already talking fast. "So, this one time—back when we were still practicing in Blake's basement—she said her gym sneakers were falling apart and she needed to buy a new pair after practice. She jokingly asked if anyone needed anything while she was there. Yang smiled and said she could use a new pair, and we all just laughed.

"Well, when we went to practice tomorrow—it was a Saturday—Blake presented Yang with a shoebox. Yang was all like 'OMG, Blake, I was kidding, you didn't have to' and Blake was all 'I know, but I wanted to get you something' and we all thought that was, like, soooo sweet!" Ruby made no attempt to hide her mirth, cooing at the memory of a nice gesture. Jaune couldn't help but laugh at her Blake impression, though she did a pretty good Yang.

"So, anyway," continued Ruby, "Yang thanked her, like, a million times, but Weiss was getting impatient and told her to 'just open it!'" She also did a pretty good Weiss. "Yang opened the box with the biggest smile on her face. It went away for just a second and then she just started laughing. Weiss and I asked what was wrong, and Blake had that smug look of hers on. Yang was still laughing when she took them out to show us. It was a pair of baby shoes!"

Ruby couldn't hold back any longer. A fit of giggles overtook her body as she traveled with Jaune, eyes squinted so narrow he wondered if she could even see. He joined in her joy, though with markedly reduced gusto. It was a decent prank, and something Blake would definitely do. He wished he'd been there to see it.

"They lit up on the side and everything!" Ruby added after a moment between snickers. "Blake put them in the box from the shoes she'd bought for herself so Yang wouldn't know until she opened it."

"No way," Jaune laughed. "What did everyone else do?"

"You should've seen it, Jaune! We all pretty much fell over laughing, and I actually did! Even Weiss thought it was funny. I don't think I've ever seen her laugh so hard!" Ruby continued to recount the events though strained breaths. Jaune grinned at the thought. He'd never seen Weiss laugh at all, so it was an adorably hilarious sight to consider.

"So, what happened to the shoes?" Jaune prompted his friend to continue the story.

"Oh! Yang said Blake could return them and get her money back, but Blake didn't want to. She said something about keeping them as a memento. Yang still has them in her closet somewhere."

"That's great," Jaune said. "It sounds like you guys have a lot of fun together."

"We do," agreed Ruby. "And now that you're our friend you can have fun with us, too!"

Jaune just smiled. "That sounds nice."

As he had every day since the start of school, Jaune thanked his lucky stars to end up so warmly welcomed and integrated with such a close-knit group as RWBY. It had only been a few weeks, but he already considered them all friends, and he knew at least three of them thought the same of him. Jaune had no idea what he'd done to deserve such amazing companions, but he knew enough to refrain from asking questions.

The ride home was comparatively quiet, especially considering how loud Ruby had been while telling her story. She gave him her address to input into his Scroll GPS, but other than that few words passed between them. Ruby sat back in the passenger seat of Jaune's white four-door and gazed out the window, a contented look on her face.

It was not an awkward silence. Far from it. Jaune turned on the radio and allowed the gruff crooning of old grunge to permeate the vehicle. It probably wasn't Ruby's favorite, but she didn't complain. Both simply enjoyed the ride, the time spent with one another. Jaune didn't have to force conversation to fill the air, nor did he expect Ruby to. It was an easy comradery, one which felt entirely natural. It was similar to the relationship he shared with Blake, though Ruby exuded naturally more energy even when she wasn't doing anything.

It came as a surprise to find out Ruby didn't live within Vale itself, but rather about ten minutes outside the city limits. The territory around here was much more rural, given over to country roads and the occasional farm. There were trailer parks and a few little hamlets, but it was mostly scattered housing. Ruby's home was one of this latter group.

As he pulled into the pale dirt driveway, Jaune's eyes widened. The boy didn't know what he'd been expecting, but it most certainly wasn't a log cabin. The home was a large two story latticework of thick brown cylinders, broken up only by doors and windows. A sloping roof ensured snow in winter months slid right off.

Jaune shifted the car into park and stared at the structure before him. He'd never seen one with his own two eyes before. There was little time to gawk, however. A click from his right alerted him once again to the other person in the car. Ruby let her seatbelt retract. She glanced over at Jaune but her eyes darted away to instead stare at the floor mat. She played idly with the hem of her hoodie.

"Thanks for driving me home, Jaune," she said without looking at him. Jaune could only grin at her. Even after they were already there, Ruby was still worried about being a burden.

"Don't mention it," Jaune shook his head, "I'm glad to."

"Do you wanna come in?" She gave him a sheepish look.

"WHAT!?" Jaune shouted, a bit louder than he'd intended. He must've misheard her. Such boldness could be expected from Yang, or maybe even Weiss, but for such a thing to come from Ruby… No, she was too young to know about that kind of thing.

"Yeah, we could, like, hang out, and talk, and play video games, and stuff." Ruby's confidence seemed to rise by the word, if the growing glint in her eye were any indication. Jaune, meanwhile, relaxed considerably. His shoulders slumped back to a normal posture, and his lips gained a slight curve.

"Oh," he breathed. "That's what you meant."

"Yeah. What did you think I meant?"

"Nothing! Nothing at all." Jaune was not about to entertain that with an answer. "Yes, I'd love to hang out, Ruby."

The younger girl let out a delighted squeal. "This is gonna be great! Come on!"

Jaune turned off his car and they both exited the vehicle at roundabout the same time. Ruby led the way to the dark red front door. The sedan was parked rather close, so they didn't have far to go. Once there, Ruby fished a key from her left pocket and inserted it into the brass knob. A single turn which took both the lock and latch with it, and they were inside.

The house opened immediately up to a wide open living room. Directly before them was a long green couch. To its right lay an end table with and orange-shaded lamp atop. It sat at an angle which curved into a matching chair perpendicular to the couch. At the other side of a broad green rug was a slender entertainment center which supported a big screen television. An open door behind the T.V. led to the kitchen, and a staircase to the east kinked left, providing access to the second floor.

While Jaune was still marveling at the home which was far nicer than he expected, Ruby placed her shoes right of the door and strode into the space.

"Do you want a drink or something?" She turned around to look at him, leaning back on the couch. "We have plenty of milk."

"No, thank you. I'm good." denied Jaune with a shake of his head.

"Okay. Come on, I'll show you my room. It's right up the stairs."

Ruby began on her way toward the steps, bothering not to check if Jaune followed. She needn't have, though. Jaune didn't enjoy the idea of staying all alone in a strange living room. The awkwardness alone would be enough to strangle him. So, he accompanied Ruby on her trip to the second floor.

The stairs led to a rather bland hallway. There were five doors, one down at the very end and the rest split evenly on either side. It was shrouded in pale blue shadow. A single curved fixture in the middle of the ceiling would've helped alleviate the problem, had Ruby bothered to use it. There were no pieces of furniture nor paintings on the walls, just the doors for scenery.

"This is Yang's room," Ruby said as the two teenagers passed the first door on their right. "And over here is the bathroom." She pointed to the door across from Yang's. "Mine is right next door to hers, and at the end is our dad's room."

"What about the last one?" Jaune asked, noticing one had been left out.

"That's the guest room. My Uncle Qrow usually stays in there whenever he comes to visit, but no one else really uses it."

"Oh, okay."

"You can use it if you ever sleep over." Once again, Ruby surprised him with a potentially indecent statement, though she meant it in the most innocent of ways.

"Alright, thanks. I'll keep that in mind, I guess." Jaune resisted the urge to scratch the back of his head. Ruby didn't need to know how awkward this topic was, not when she were so obviously happy.

Ruby opened the door to her room and headed inside, Jaune just a step behind. It was a rather normal domicile. Directly ahead was the red sheeted twin bed, mahogany headboard resting against the wall's center. Right of it was a dresser which matched the headboard. Left was a computer desk with a proper desktop and flat screen monitor, along with a fancy-looking stereo. Immediately to the left after entering was an entertainment center similar to the one in the living room with a much smaller television atop it. A gaming console with four controllers sat in one of the cubby holes.

For how decidedly average the room was, one thing stood out. Shaped like an upside-down letter U, a white shelving unit framed Ruby's headboard. There were several shelves for compact disk cases to rest upon and almost all of them were crammed full. Only the last few were barren. There must've been hundreds. The only other place Jaune had seen so many CD's was in a record store. While Jaune still marveled at the display, Ruby pushed further into the room.

"Do you mind if I put on some music?" She asked, already moving toward the stereo.

"Not at all," replied Jaune with a shake of his head.

"Thanks." Ruby pressed a button and a light hum of distorted guitars filled the room. "I usually have something on in the background, so it's kinda weird not to." The music was loud enough to be heard, without overriding normal speaking tones.

"Who are we listening to?"

"No one in particular," Ruby said. "It's a playlist on shuffle. I have most of my CD's on a couple flash drives." She poked a thumb over her shoulder at the stereo. Jaune followed her indication to see there were, indeed, two USB sticks in the front of the receiver, with room for another pair.

"You have all of those one just two drives?"

"Yeah," confirmed Ruby with a nod. "You'd be surprised how many songs you can get on thirty-two gigs."

The girl sat down on her bed and patted the mattress to her left. Jaune hesitated before moving in. He plopped down a good foot away from her, careful to avoid a proximity which may have been inappropriate. The springs sagged underneath his weight. Ruby utilized the brief bounce to sidle just a bit closer to Jaune.

The blond looked everywhere but at her for a moment. He could already feel the air between them growing awkward. That simply would not fly. Even if it were just platonic, he wasn't about to screw up his first time ever in a girl's room. Something to talk about. Anything. Just to nip the stillness before it grew.

"I've never heard this song before," he observed, perhaps a bit too fast. Ruby giggled.

"I didn't think you had," she said. "They're a local band called Bilgeworks, sort of a Vacuo Hardcore band."

"Never heard of it." Jaune didn't know what Vacuo Hardcore was, but given the slippery vocals and incoherent guitar distortion, he didn't want to.

"Yeah, it's not really my favorite sub-genre either, but these guys are okay."

"What do you normally listen to, then?" Jaune asked, pleased with how naturally this topic had sprung up, but also amazed they'd never had this conversation before.

"Um…" Ruby stared at the ceiling as she trailed off. "A little bit of everything, really. Agnostic Front, The Unseen, The Bouncing Souls, Alkaline Trio, I don't really limit myself."

"Oh, I've actually heard of Alkaline Trio before," Jaune said the mention of a familiar name.

"You have?" Ruby perked up at the sudden acquisition of common ground.

"Yeah. They have a song in a game I used to play."

"Was it Armageddon?" Ruby said. "The song, I mean." She clarified as an afterthought.

"I'm not sure," admitted Jaune after a second's consideration. "I just recognize that name."

"Oh, okay. I only asked because Armageddon has been in a few games."

"Well, that's probably wat it was, then." Jaune was about to say something else when the song came to an abrupt end. "That was quick."

"None of these guys's songs are much longer than two minutes," informed the younger girl. "That's one of the things I like about them."

Jaune hummed in acknowledgement and took a few seconds to listen to the new song which just began. It stark contrast to the previous track, it featured almost no distortion and a rather straightforward rhythm. The female vocals were loud and had an interesting sound, like they were both in key and wildly out of tune at the same time. Ruby gave a delighted squeal soon as they began.

"I love these guys," exclaimed the girl.

Before Jaune could ask who they were, Ruby bounded off the bed and stepped over to the shelves. She poured over the articles for a second before extracting a single plastic case. She stood in front of Jaune and held it up to him. He leaned forward to get a better look. It depicted four people lit from the front before a black background. There was an even split among genders. One of the girls had a pair of cute rabbit ears, indicating she was a Faunus. Each person held a black letter painted on a large white card.

"C-F-V-Y?" Jaune read each letter individually.

"Coffee!" Ruby corrected. "It's their initials."

"Oh!" Jaune sat back as the realization hit him. "Just like you guys. Is that where you got the idea from?"

"No-no," Ruby refuted him yet again, but did so sweetly. She pranced around to the other side of the bed and quickly crouched down to acquire another album. "That would be these guys."

She handed him the album before going back to her original spot. Jaune largely ignored the art and instead focused on the flowy writing across the top. It was again four letters, but this time read WTCH.

"Witch?" He raised an eyebrow as Ruby stood before him.

"Yeah! They were huge back in the day, brought Punk back into the public eye about thirty years ago. Because of them, it's kind of a tradition for Vale bands to make names out of their initials."

"Wow," Jaune breathed stupidly, turning the case over in his hands. "They must've been really good."

"They're amazing," agreed Ruby. "They're actually Yang's favorite band."

"Really?" Jaune handed her back the object. "I never would've guessed." He said, watching Ruby as she put it back. She fluttered yet again around the now well-trodden path and reclaimed her position next to the blond.

They spoke for a little while more after that, the faint musings of harsh harmonies their soundtrack. Subject matter spanned a wide range of topics, flitting around between whatever happened to come up. They spoke of school, friends, family… and school again. It was the most common thread between them, after all.

Whenever a particularly good or interesting song came on, Ruby would say something about it, sometimes showing him the albums responsible for them. Jaune had to admit, even though he didn't like all of them, especially the more hardcore selections, listening to Ruby enthuse about them made listening much easier.

The girl even, somehow, convinced Jaune to help with her biology homework, should she ever need it. The course itself wasn't what concerned the blond. He'd already taken the class. No, what distressed him was volunteering for more homework, atop what he already had. He'd have to remember exactly what Ruby said, and use it in the future on someone else.

After a while, Jaune could feel the conversation winding down as they slowly ran out of things to say. It would soon be time to make his exit. The thought saddened him. Spending time with Ruby was fun, as always. Part of him didn't want to leave, though it would be nice to make it back home at a decent hour.

Currently, Ruby was once again talking about drums.

"—But if you put some duct tape around the edges, you get a lot less ringing, especially on cheap sets."

"Is that because it sticks to stuff, or just because of the weight?"

"Both! It depends on what kind of sound you want."

Jaune was about to asks something else, but a terrible noise cut him off. It sounded like a screeching animal, but also had a strange sort of crescendo. It approached the house rapidly before stopping rather abruptly. A low rumble replaced it, before that, too, cut off.

"What the hell was that?" Jaune asked, trying to get a look through Ruby's window. He couldn't see anything but the trees to the east.

"Yang's home!" Ruby said, completely ignoring her friend. "Oh, that was just Bumblebee, her motorcycle."

"She has a motorcycle?" Jaune wondered aloud, before a more important question came to mind. "She named it Bumblebee?"

"I know! Isn't it super cool?" Ruby mistook his confusion for enthusiasm. There was silence between them, but just for a few seconds before the front door flew open.

"Guess who's back, bitches!" The boisterous voice of Yang shouted from downstairs.

"Hey, Yang," Ruby called in response. "Jaune's here, too."

"Hey," yelled Jaune at the mention of his name to confirm he was, in fact, there.

"Hey, Jaune," greeted Yang. "I was about to ask who's car that was out front."

"Yeah, that's mine."

"Not bad." Yang's voice was distinctly closer that time.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs gave her position away. Strangely, there almost seemed to be four feet, instead of just two. The sound of talking betrayed there was indeed more than one person, though Jaune couldn't make out the voices nor what they said.

A few seconds and steps later, Yang strode into the room, but she was not alone. Weiss Schnee followed close behind. Her entrance carried with it no fanfare and little in the way of greeting, only a quick wave to the pair already inside. Weiss went straight over to Ruby's desk, swiped the rolling chair, and sat down across from Ruby and Jaune. It looked much like a rehearsed motion, something she'd done a thousand times.

"Ooh, you brought him to your room, Ruby? How scandalous." Yang gave a seductive roll of her eyebrows.

"Yaaang!" Ruby whined in protest. For his part, Jaune's skin mimicked a tomato and he looked at the ground next to his left shoe, anywhere but at Ruby.

"You two are so easy to tease," Yang giggled, obviously proud of herself. "So, what have you guys been up to?"

"Oh, we were just talking about music, and school, and stuff. Real chill, ya know?" Answered Ruby.

"Cool, cool," her sister agreed.

"I was about to ask Jaune if he wanted to play Street Fighter, or something, but we can't really do that with four of us here." Ruby went on.

Her voice carried no hints of sadness or accusation. Rather, she seemed almost curious. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out she was probing for ideas. Thankfully, the ever-perceptive Yang picked up on this just as much as the other two older folks. It must've been the big sibling instincts they all shared.

"Well, we could always go with the old standby, Halo, and play some campaign or something," Yang suggested with a glance at the television. "How about it, Jaune? Sound fun?"

"Sure, I could go for some alien killing." Jaune agreed with a smirk.

"That's the spirit! Weiss?" Yang whooped at her fellow blonde before turning to the heiress.

"I'll pass," Weiss declined, daintily crossing her legs.

"Aw, you never wanna play." Ruby couldn't hide her disappointment.

"I'd rather not embarrass myself." Weiss was resolute in her decision, despite the silver puppy dog eyes which would've broken anyone else a thousand times over.

"Come on, Ruby. Help me set it up." Once again, it was Yang to the rescue as the sisters went to put the pre-game lobby together. That just left Jaune and Weiss for a moment, which normally would've been uncomfortable, but the boy already had something in mind to talk about.

"I didn't need anything at the shoe store, by the way. Thanks for asking," he said with a smile. To his amazement, Weiss actually let out an amused little huff.

"Don't mention it," she dismissed jokingly. "I'm guessing Ruby told you that story?"

"She did," Jaune nodded. "It was funny. It definitely seems like something Blake would do," he continued. Weiss hummed in agreement. "So, did you actually buy anything while you were there?"

"No." The Ice Queen's voice took on a slightly miffed affect. "I've been trying to convince Yang to get this pair of boots she's been looking at for weeks, but she won't spend the money. I'll probably end up just buying them for her."

"It'd be funny if you got her a really small pair," Jaune observed. Again, Weiss gave a tiny laugh. Little more than a quick exhale, it was at least something.

"That's gloriously evil. I like it." Weiss gave the closest thing she could to a seal of approval. Her amusement brought a flutter to Jaune's heart. He'd never made her laugh once before, let alone twice.

This was how it had been between them the past few days. When Jaune apologized to her, Weiss told him to 'just forget about it.' While Jaune didn't necessarily think that was possible, he was willing to respect her wishes. Though convinced it would backfire spectacularly, Jaune stopped walking on eggshells around her. He stopped treating Weiss like someone to constantly apologize to, like someone he wronged and therefore owed some intangible thing.

To his amazement, it actually kinda worked. While to call them friends would be an overstatement, Weiss at least eased up on treating him with open hostility. She was willing to accept his presence, and the insults slowed, though nothing could conquer that snark.

It seemed so obvious in retrospect, but if he was nervous and uncomfortable around her, then she would pick up on his uncertainty and herself be anxious. However, if he was calm and friendly, then so would be Weiss. Jaune had been told in the past his emotions and tendencies could have a profound effect on others, but he'd never seen a true example until meeting the Ice Queen.

He would've loved to continue their little conversation, but a controller held under his nose cut-off that train of thought. He thanked Yang for the paddle before moving to sit next to Ruby at the foot of the bed. Yang plopped down on the floor to his right. Weiss stayed behind them in the chair, watching the screen in silent contentment.

Jaune completely lost track of time while the three of them moved through about half of the Halo 3 campaign. Weiss, not one to be left out, offered comments here and there about the action on screen, though many of them were directed at how gross the enemies were. She did seem to like a couple of the characters, though, evidenced by how she listened when they spoke.

Jaune honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd spent an entire Saturday hanging out and playing video games with his friends. But, as the sun began its crimson descent across the sky, and Ruby fell into one of their by then customary parting hugs, the boy knew there was no place he'd rather be.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I know the revelation with Weiss seems a bit sudden, so let me explain. On Monday, she was mad at Jaune for staring at her. But, as evidenced by the fact that she didn't know what Jaune was talking about when he apologized two days later, she'd forgotten all about it. When he brought it up, Weiss remembered and got mad all over again, even though his heart was in the right place.

When Jaune was timid and overly careful around her, Weiss reacted by treating him like the kicked puppy he came off as. When Jaune treated her like a normal person, she did the same to him. Remember, she didn't dislike him during their first meeting. Only after he started treating her differently did Weiss develop a little grudge.

This is still the Post-Volume 3 version of Weiss we're dealing with, here. She's been around her friends long enough to—at least partially—crack her icy exterior.

Any relationship is only as complicated as one or both parties make it. Like Weiss alluded to, sometimes moving past an issue is easy as just forgetting about it, especially when neither side of the argument really wants to hate the other. She was willing to move on, and it doesn't make sense for her to be mad at Jaune forever, especially when he so clearly wants to do the same.

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