A/N: I get the feeling some of you are concerned Beca didn't really get what she deserved for what she did to Chloe. All I can say is the fic isn't over yet, guys XD Trust me here. This is a story and stories are journeys. (Don't expect something like the Dramatic Car of Karma to hit her though)

In true Beca fashion, it's already the Saturday of next week before she finally texts Chloe. Before 'The Incident' (as she's started calling it in her head), it was always Chloe who organised things when they spent time together - or rather, she would just coerce Beca into coming somewhere with her, or at times simply turn up at her dorm unexpectedly and make herself at home. Even though they had only known each other for a short time, Chloe had managed to insert herself very comfily into Beca's life with little effort.

Now, however she's leaving it to Beca to decide on when they meet up. And while it's sweet how seriously she's taking this whole boundaries issue, it was probably the worst thing she could ask Beca to do. She hates being the one to initiate meet-ups or ask someone to spend time with her. Never mind that it was Chloe's idea, so technically all she has to do is say when; every time she resolves to text Chloe she immediately finds something else to busy herself with.

Surprisingly, Chloe hasn't pushed it or said anything about them meeting when she sees Beca at practice, simply sending a smile her way and getting on as usual. There's not a hint of resentment in that smile for Beca having not set anything up yet, which, of course, only makes her feel more guilty.

(She's still not helping Beca with her dancing, so Beca still has to actually dance to avoid Aubrey. She'd say she was disappointed, but that would be ridiculous.)

Having put it off all week with mixes and even homework, she finally sits down on Saturday morning to text Chloe.

Which quickly turns into a whole half an hour of Beca procrastinating by working on new mixes, followed by another half an hour of poking at her phone, drafting texts and deleting them straight after. Nothing seems right. She doesn't want to seem too eager, or not eager enough. Does she put a smiley face or not? Chloe seems to love them, but she also always ends her texts to Beca with kisses. Should she do that too?

After an extended period of Beca rolling about in frustration on her bed, Kimmy Jin gives a long suffering sigh from her desk. 'Whatever it is, just text it already and leave.'

Beca scowls at her roommate's back. 'Didn't know you paid so much attention to my life, Kimmy Jin.'

'It's hard not to when you keep sighing at your phone and flopping all over your bed like a dying fish. Some of us are trying to work.'

Fuming, Beca gathers up her things and storms out of the room. Her annoyance with Kimmy Jin at least has one benefit: she finally loses her patience with herself and ends up shooting off a one-worded text: 'Coffee?'

The reply comes only a minute later:

Thought you'd never ask!

'I'm so glad you finally decided to meet up with me,' says Chloe brightly, as soon as Beca sits down. Chloe already bought Beca a drink which she nearly knocks over in her haste to hand over. When she takes a sip, she's startled and a little weirded out to see that Chloe has her order exactly right even though they've never even been to Starbucks together before (iced caramel macchiato with skimmed milk and whipped cream to hold the extra caramel drizzle on the top - she's very particular about her drinks). 'I was startling to think you weren't going to come.'

'Yeah, I had some problems with texting.' It's only a half-lie.

Chloe, of course, is very attentive to whatever Beca says – especially when it's not wanted - and tilts her head questioningly. 'What, like a hardware or network issue or something? We can go and get that sorted out today, if you want.'

'No, I mean…' Beca rolls her eyes, letting out a self-deprecating sigh. 'I'm a complete goof when it comes to organising things. I hate it, I get all weird about texting and stuff. It's stupid.'

'Oh!' Chloe gives her a reassuring smile. 'Well, that's okay. In the future I'll do it… I just thought it would be best to leave it to you. You know, after all the stuff that happened. We should probably talk about that properly,' she adds after a moment.

Beca's face falls, but she covers it with her drink. 'Can we not?'

'We need to talk about it sometime -'

'Yes, but not now,' Beca interrupts. 'C'mon, Chloe, I didn't come here to talk about heavy crap like that. I just wanted coffee and to see you, or whatever. Speaking of, how did you know what my order is?'

'I wasn't sure what to get you, so I asked for some suggestions. When I described you, that barista jumped in and made it for me,' says Chloe, jabbing her thumb in the direction of the barista in question, a girl Beca has been served by several times since coming to Barden. Seeing Chloe and Beca looking at them, she smiles slightly and waves. 'Guess she knows you pretty well,' Chloe mutters, playing with some spilt sugar on the table.

'Yeah, we've met a few times.' Seeing Chloe's eyebrows raise momentarily in a silent scoff, she quickly changes the subject. 'Anyway, I'm not here just for the company. You said you'd tell me who Kate was over coffee. Don't think I forgot.'

'Then I hope you remember that you were going to tell me why Luke calls you Becky. Don't think I forgot,' says Chloe, imitating Beca's voice.

'It's not exactly an interesting story.' Beca lifts one shoulder and lets it drop. 'He called me that and I just haven't bothered to correct him. Now, about Kate…'

'Why not though?' Chloe persists. 'You don't seem like the sort of person who'd let that slide.'

'Not this time apparently. So. Kate?'

'Why don't you just tell him? It doesn't have to be a big thing. Just say "Hey, actually, my name is Beca". That's all you have to do.'

'Chloe, stop trying to change the subject. All you asked for was the reason why he calls me Becky, and I told you,' Beca says, leaning back in her chair. 'Now the real question: who is Kate to you, and what's Luke got to do with it? And I want a proper reply, this time. You've got me all curious with this mysterious changing of the subject.'

Chloe takes her time answering, making a show of having to wipe up a small puddle of coffee on the table with one of the napkins, and then having to get up and throw the napkin away in the trashcan on the other side of the room. Beca doesn't ask again but merely waits, sensing that there's some history here that she's unaware of. Chloe is rarely so reticent, so she doesn't want to scare her away.

Eventually Chloe returns to her seat, but as she's sitting down down she mumbles quickly, 'She was a friend of mine,' as though Beca wouldn't ask questions if she said it fast enough. Chloe stirs her hot chocolate (of course she has hot chocolate, with a mountain of whipped cream) with the utmost concentration, hair falling into and obscuring her face.

'A friend?' Beca probes, confused by Chloe's odd behaviour.

'Yes. A close friend...'

And then Beca notices: Chloe is actually blushing. Blushing. It's not something Beca's really seen before; she rarely ever blushes, too confident in herself to really get embarrassed about things the way Beca does. For Chloe's face to look like that, it must be something really personal, and –

Oh.

Oh.

The realisation hits Beca like a rainbow slap to the face.

Stunned, Beca blurts out without thinking, 'Was she your girlfriend?'

Chloe looks up, startled; her cheeks are now glowing even redder, if possible, almost matching her hair. Somehow the pink in her cheeks makes her eyes stand out even more, Beca finds herself noting. '… Yes.' Her voice is almost a squeak, making Beca cringe inwardly. Does she give off some sort of anti-gay vibe or something? Chloe seemed like the type to be completely open about her sexuality. Why was she so bashful now?

'What happened?' Beca asks, tilting her head and trying to sound as sympathetic as she can. 'Or… should I not ask?'

'We wanted different things,' Chloe mumbles. She stabs through the cream in her hot chocolate with her spoon, hitting the bottom of the mug with a muffled "clink". 'Namely - she wanted someone else.'

Beca winces. 'Ouch. I'm sorry.'

'It happens.' Chloe gives a nonchalant shrug, even though her expression is sad. Chloe generally wears her emotions on her face as it is, so it's all the more obvious that she's still not over the whole ordeal. 'Luke's her brother. He and I met through her and got on pretty well, though, so that's how I know him. I don't talk to Kate anymore, but sometimes I see Luke around and he says hi and occasionally he buys me a drink or food or something.' She puts her spoon in her mouth, sucking pensively. 'I think he feels sorry for me.'

'Wow. That sucks. I'm sorry… again.' Beca's starting to rethink her opinion of Luke a little. She makes a mental note to buy him a few extra burgers when she sees him next.

'Like I said, it happens.'

'It shouldn't happen to you,' Beca says stubbornly, not liking how Chloe seems so accepting of it. 'She didn't deserve you, if she could do something like that to you.'

Chloe's mouth creeps up in a smile, one Beca is starting to recognise as her "going to tease the hell out of Beca" smile. 'Beca, that's so sweet. I didn't know you had it in you.'

If it were anyone else, she'd have a well practised sarcastic barb ready and waiting. But it's Chloe, so she just snorts. 'Guess I'm full of surprises, huh? Anyway,' asks Beca conversationally, resting her chin on her hand, 'what are you?'

Chloe frowns. 'What do you mean?'

'You know… Gay, bi, pansexual, whatever. A label, if you use one.'

'I'm… bisexual. I like both, though it kind of varies which one I like more.' For some reason, Chloe still seems a little nervous about saying it, as though expecting Beca to run out of the shop screaming. That's just unacceptable, Beca decides.

'Cool.' Beca tries to keep a straight face as she continues casually, 'I'm gay.'

Chloe nearly spits out her drink across the table in a performance to rival Aubrey's. 'What?!' she exclaims, catching the attention of some of the other patrons in the shop. She lowers her voice: 'What?!'

'What, the butch ear spike didn't give it away?' asks Beca, smirking, tilting her head so said 'ear monstrosities' are in view. She's enjoying Chloe's shock a little too much. Beca doesn't really tell too many people unless she has a reason to, like with Jesse (how else would she stop him hitting on her?) but there's something to be said for the amusement to be had when coming out to someone that doesn't expect it. Chloe's face right now is truly priceless.

'No it did not!' Chloe frowns severely at her. 'If I wasn't trying to respect your personal bubble I'd totally be hitting you right now! Beca Mitchell – I need to find out your middle name so I can use it when telling you off - I can't believe you didn't tell me something that important!'

'Well, you didn't either,' Beca points out.

'Yes, but… So not the point!' Chloe is genuinely pouting, causing Beca to laugh.

'What's the big deal? It's not like we've known each other that long. You would've found out eventually.'

'But all this time I thought you liked men,' says Chloe, looking distressed. 'And we could've… We could've been sharing notes, or something!'

'Sharing notes?!' Beca repeats, rather disturbed. 'I don't even want to know what that is supposed to mean.'

'On cute girls, dummy! Ooh!' Her eyes light up mischievously, spelling trouble for Beca. 'Which girls at Barden do you think are the hottest?'

'Chloe...'

'Actually, what do you think of Aubrey? She's hot, right?' From the way she's pressing her lips together, she's obviously trying not to laugh, knowing the entire conversation would make Beca squirm uncomfortably in her seat.

'Chloe, no. We're not doing this. We're not going there.'

'What about Lily?' asks Chloe, tilting her head. 'Denise? Amy? Cynthia Rose? I bet you like Stacie,' she says, nodding definitively. 'Everyone thinks Stacie is pretty.'

Beca snorts, not saying a word as she desperately tries to hide her blush in her drink.

'Who else is there? Jessica? Ashley? Me?' she adds the last one on after a moment nonchalantly, her face completely innocent and her eyes far too wide.

Beca tries not to choke on her coffee, failing spectacularly. She sets it down carefully as she splutters, shaking a wet hand which she managed to spill her drink over, 'Chloe, could you be a bit less obvious with your fishing?'

'Oh c'mon, Beca. Every girl loves a compliment, right?' She winks at Beca. 'Just tell me I'm pretty and I'll be fine.'

If this was one of Jesse's movies, this'd be the moment that Beca makes eye contact with Chloe over their table while violins play in the background and she says, completely seriously, with a hint of a smile tugging at her lips, 'You're beautiful.'

However, it's not one of Jesse's movies (and thank God). So what Beca actually does is stare determinedly at Chloe's nose so she doesn't have to look Chloe in the eyes, running a frantic (and damp) hand through her hair as she stutters, 'Um – uh, uh –'

Chloe laughs softly. 'Relax, silly. I'm just teasing you. You're so easy to wind up sometimes.'' She grins. 'Of course, now I know your weakness is talking about girls, you better believe I'll be bringing them up all the time.'

Beca shakes her head fondly. 'You're so weird, you know that?'

'But in the best way possible, right?' responds Chloe cheerfully, making Beca chuckle.

'Mmhm.' She drains the last of her coffee to hide her grin. She's not sure she's felt this content in a long time, particularly when alone with Chloe. The stress of trying to handle her reactions to Chloe's constant physical contact has been lifted from her shoulders, simply leaving the jokey, easy back-and-forth that comes so easy for the two of them. If there's anything she loves as much as music it's sarcasm and witty banter, and Chloe is equally capable of batting back any remark she makes.

Even with Chloe teasing her, it still feels kind of… freeing. She honestly has no worries, in this moment, about social cues or perfume or goosebumps or any of those stupid things.

Well. Except for one thing.

'Chloe, I was a real bitch to you,' she says bluntly, setting down her now empty cup, 'and I need to apologise.'

'You don't have to,' Chloe protests. 'You weren't that bad.'

'I do. And you don't need to protect my feelings. I know I was awful to you, there's no point in sugar coating it. I'm sorry.'

'You could've been a little – alright, fine, a lot, don't look at me like that - nicer with your delivery, yes,' Chloe admits, 'but you're forgiven. I just wish you'd said something earlier. It's been awful, thinking of how I must have made you feel.'

'I don't tend to talk about things like that much. I just bottle it up…'

'Until it all comes out in a rush?' says Chloe, raising an eyebrow. At the answering nod, she covers Beca's hand with her own. She's very warm, her skin pleasantly soft on Beca's. 'I get it. But you can tell me anything. Anything at all. There's no need to keep it all in.'

When Beca doesn't answer, Chloe suddenly seems to realise that she's not looking at her face, but at their joined hands on the table. She pulls away quickly, leaving Beca's hand feeling very cold.

'Sorry!' she exclaims, looking upset with herself. 'Wow, it's like I don't even realise I'm doing it.'

Beca considers the situation. Chloe is sitting across from the table from her rather than in the seat next to her, which is where she would immediately gone for in the past, and she hasn't tried to seize her in any sort of unwanted embrace yet. Beca's been feeling pretty comfortable with how things were going until now. Plus, her hand is really cold now. What could it hurt?

'You were fine where you were.'

'Really?' At Beca's nod, Chloe stretches cautiously across the table again, covering the back of Beca's fingers with her palm. Chloe's own digits splay a little, her thumb stroking a knuckle. 'This is okay?' she questions, gazing in wonder at their touching skin. Beca's warm again, but there are still goosebumps playing on her arms nonetheless.

'Yep. It might not always be, though,' she warns.

Chloe groans, giving Beca a playful roll of the eyes. 'It'd be easier if you were consistent, y'know.'

'Sometimes things are okay, sometimes they aren't,' she replies honestly. 'I don't have much control over it.'

Chloe smiles, squeezing her hand slightly. 'I know. And that's fine. I'll just have to remember to ask.'

'I like the way you work it…'

Even No Diggity, her ringtone for the last two years, can't improve Beca's mood when it wakes her from the brilliant afternoon snooze she had been having, taking advantage of her roommate being out of the way temporarily. Seeing Jesse's name through bleary eyes, Beca huffs out a tired sigh and swipes her thumb across the screen.

'Ugh, you butt,' Beca complains, as soon as she answers the call. 'I was having an awesome nap just now. Why'd you have to wake me?'

'I missed your jolly personality and how you always have time for me,' replies Jesse cheerfully. 'You're such a joy to speak to.'

'What do you want, Jesse?' Beca says with a groan, rolling onto her back.

'Can't a guy just call his favourite lesbian for a nice chat?'

'Did you have to go straight for "lesbian"? What about some other nouns? DJ? Heck, what about friend?'

'Well, I don't know if you're my favourite DJ since I've never heard your stuff, and as for friend… I'm not so sure, if this is the reception I get when I try and make conversation with you.' Jesse isn't very good at deadpan when he's teasing Beca – she can practically hear him trying not to laugh.

'You're a weirdo, you know that?'

'But in the best way possible, right?'

Beca frowns, wondering where she heard that recently, then realises Chloe said the same thing to her earlier. 'Are you and Chloe the same person? She said that to me this morning.'

'Depends. If I say we are, will you go on a date with me?'

'No,' replies Beca bluntly.

'Bummer. Okay, no, I'm not. And, jeez, Beca, you told Chloe she's weird? That's not the way to a girl's heart. Even I know that.'

'It's not like I'm trying to get to her heart, so I don't really care.'

'Don't lie. If anyone's gonna melt that frosty exterior, it'd be Chloe,' he teases. 'She's even got you going on coffee dates with her. How was that, by the way?'

'It wasn't a date. And how did you know about that?'

'You said she said that to you "earlier",' he points out. 'I used a thing called logic and guessed you probably met up for your little coffee rendez-vous earlier today.'

Beca shakes her head. 'You're such a girl, Jesse. Why are you so invested in my relationship with her?'

'Well, since your impenetrable sexuality means we won't be having aca-babies any time soon, and neither my roommate nor the Trebles seem like they'd ever get a girlfriend, I need to get my kicks somewhere.'

'Hey,' says Beca warningly. 'Don't be mean to Benji. He's sweet.'

'Yeah, I guess. I didn't mean it in a horrible way. But hey,' he says, sounding suspicious, 'when have you two been spending time together? And why wasn't I invited?'

'It's not like we're having slumber parties, Jesse. I just say hi to him if I see him and sometimes he shows me card tricks. They're pretty awesome.'

'Yeah, Benji's magic is cool. Have you seen him do that thing with the banana? Blew my mind, dude. Hey!' he cries suddenly. 'I know what you're doing. You're trying to distract me from talking about your date with Chloe.'

'It wasn't a date. I told you.'

'Yeah, yeah. Tell me about your not-date, c'mon. I can tell you're bursting to.'

With an exasperated sigh, Beca gives in and relays her morning to him, and he makes all the same noises a typical teenage girl would. 'So she's bi, eh?' he says, sounding excited. 'So you do have a chance!'

'What makes you think I want a chance?'

'Don't you?'

'Surprisingly, we lesbians can have coffee with a girl without wanting to jump her,' Beca says wryly.

'Of course. But Chloe's not just a girl, is she?'

'Ever think you're too interested in my love life?'

'Never.'

'Hm. Not sure I believe you there.' Beca smirks. 'Are you saying you won't freak out if I tell you she held my hand?' Jesse shouts, 'HA!' so loudly down the receiver that it nearly deafens Beca, but she can't help but laugh. 'Knew it. I'll let you flail in peace - I'm going to hang up and sleep some more. Talk later, Jesse.'

'You let her hold your hand!' she hears him shout from the receiver as she hangs up. Just as she's about to throw her phone to the side, it begins ringing again. She picks it up without looking at who's calling, assuming it's Jesse.

'You're a freak, Jesse!' she calls down the phone. 'Go have your creepy shippy feelings on your own!'

'It's not Jesse, it's Chloe.' Beca freezes, eyes widening in panic. 'And who is Jesse shipping?'

'Uh, nobody,' Beca says quickly, praying to whatever deity she can think of that Chloe won't question her any further. 'What's up, Chloe?'

'Why aren't you on Facebook? Your name won't come up when I try and search for you,' Chloe says, her pout evident in her voice. Beca wonders when she started spending so much time with Chloe that she knew what that even sounded like without seeing it.

'I have an account.'

'Well I can't find you!'

Beca stifles a laugh. It isn't the least bit surprising that Chloe's looking for her on Facebook. Chloe's probably the sort of girl who has hundreds of people added and genuinely regards them all as actual friends. 'Maybe I have the finding me in the search engine thingy turned off. I don't know. I don't really use it.'

'Why not?'

'Because it's stupid. I got one a while back and it just sits there collecting dust. If online stuff could get dusty.'

'How else are you going to get invited to things and speak to your friends online?' Chloe says, huffing. 'Without Facebook you're basically a hermit! At least add me!'

'You just want to stalk me and go through my timeline and photos.'

'Maybe. But knowing you, you don't even have many uploaded.'

'Too right,' says Beca, already crossing over to her desk and inwardly berating herself at the things she does for Chloe sometimes. She sets her phone on her desk and puts Chloe on speaker. 'I untag myself if any happen to crop up.'

'You're no fun.'

'And yet you want to add me on Facebook anyway?'

'Yep!'

'Ugh, fine.' She opens up her laptop and opens up Facebook, which she isn't even logged into anymore since it's been that long. She's immediately inundated with useless notifications, which she ignores in favour of typing Chloe's name into the search engine; she clicks on the add button. At least things haven't changed that much. She snatches up her phone again. 'There. Added. Happy?'

'Totally,' replies Chloe sweetly. 'So, how are you?'

'Nice of you to ask that before you forced me to go on my laptop and add you on Facebook.' As she's speaking, people who have found Beca through seeing Chloe add her suddenly start sending friend requests Beca too. Pretty soon, Beca has requests from all the Bellas and even some of the Treblemakers. Don't these people have class or better things to do? She ignores them all and turns her back to the screen. 'Why do I let you force me to do these things?'

'Because you're a lovely girl who likes to be nice to me?' Beca scoffs. Chloe chuckles. 'Fine, you're a horrible girl who hates to be nice to me yet does it anyway.'

'Gee thanks, Chloe.'

'You're welcome. Really though, how are you?'

'Tired. Trying to nap while Kimmy Jin still has classes. For someone that doesn't talk to me, she can sure make a lot of noise when I'm trying to sleep,' she grumbles. 'Then Jesse woke me up by calling me.'

'Is that why you were calling him a freak?'

Beca coughs awkwardly. 'Something like that, yeah.'

Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask…

Chloe asks, naturally. 'And there was something about shipping, you said…'

'Let's not talk about that, okay?' Beca realises her voice has gotten a little high and coughs again to return it to her normal range. She crosses back to her bed and sits down, trying to calm herself. 'Anyway, did you seriously just call me to ask me to get on Facebook?'

There's a moment of pause, then, '… No,' Chloe replies hesitantly.

'Figured you didn't.'

'I was actually wondering if you were up for… going out again. With me. Some time soon, I mean.'

Beca opens her mouth to speak but Chloe cuts her off with some sudden rambling. Beca never really saw Chloe as the rambling type, but in a way it kind of suits her. Her mind jumps from place to place so excitedly all the time - her trains of thought are truly mind-boggling sometimes when she gets into a rant about a musician or a piece of music. What is unusual is that Chloe is obviously rambling because of nerves, and Beca is again forced to deal with the fact that she obviously makes Chloe jittery and has no idea how. She's not sure if it's a good thing yet.

'I mean, not like, tomorrow or anything, but some time soon,' Chloe's saying. 'And you don't have to organise it, if you can give me a ballpark figure of when you might feel like it that's fine, and we can go whenever. But we do need to agree on a date because otherwise one of us might be sitting alone…'

'Okay, Chloe,' she says as soon as a break in Chloe's talking presents itself. 'We can do that.'

Chloe lets out a breath. 'Thank God. I thought you hated earlier and me and never wanted to speak to me again. After that whole thing with the hand. I know you said it was fine, but I got worried.'

'No, that was…' She searches for the word. 'Nice. I didn't mind.'

'Really?'

'Not at all.'

She can almost hear Chloe beaming when she replies, 'That's such a relief.' Beca finds herself smiling too, pleased that Chloe is so concerned about her. 'Listen Beca, I have to get off the phone because Bree is doing work and glaring at me, but… I'll speak to you on Facebook, okay?'

Beca frowns. 'But I don't use Facebook.'

'Maybe but not before, but now you have the best ever reason to - speaking to me! Byeee!' Chloe singsongs, before promptly hanging up on Beca.

She stares at her phone in disbelief. Suddenly, a little "ping" on her computer alerts her to a new chat message on Facebook.

Slowly, and a little warily, Beca makes her way over to investigate. It's from Chloe, of course, a tiny icon of her with her arm around Aubrey next to her message:

:)!

A/N: Really hate how FFN doesn't allow you to write the less than symbol, otherwise Chloe's message would've been 'less than 3'. Ugh.

A second note: a few people have asked if this is fic will reveal Beca as being a victim of abuse in some form. The short answer is no, and I would've put a trigger warning if it was anyway.

The reason I say it won't be is for many reasons: 1) I could not pull off a fic like that successfully, 2) In general I will not be going into the whys of Beca's actions, the fic is more about how she deals with it, and, most importantly, 3) people are a little more complicated than childhood + trauma = aversion to touch. Seriously. The main issue isn't totally about avoiding physical contact; I'm writing it more with social anxiety in mind (based on my own...), if we're going to do some armchair psychology. Beca isn't so much shying away from all physical contact as getting overwhelmed by Chloe and generally not being good with social cues. And remember this is a love story so obviously Chloe is the source of it all and both makes this problem better and worse. I just noticed a lot of people write Beca as being accepting of Chloe's touchiness, so I went the other way and wanted to explore it. I know Beca isn't strictly like in the film... but presumably she's not gay in the film either =P

HOWEVER, I know some people will wonder if she experienced something traumatic, and admittedly some (imagined) subtext about abuse might make the story fuller for some readers. Who knows? I don't want to tell anyone how to interpret my writing and I completely understand if that's how people read it. Just know I won't be covering that topic in the main story.

If you have any questions or thoughts on that feel free to tell me them. I thought it was important you guys knew my reasoning behind this.