The secrets you keep

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It had been a long day of classes and studying and preparations for final exams that were coming up over the next few weeks. Winter break was in the air and it was both exciting and stressful for students on the NYU campus. Thanks to his studies and preparations, as a matter of fact, he hadn't seen much of his partner all day. It was frustrating. But now he was on his way over to Albert's office where he knew the German would be settling in soon for his office hours.

Jet should probably leave him alone...but he'd gotten a thought into his head earlier in the day and he didn't want to wait to execute it.

The lanky teen was outside Albert's door in five minutes and the only reason he didn't barge in was the voice of a girl on the other side of the door. She was asking some question about some topic Albert had covered a few weeks ago, one that made Jet roll his eyes and tempt him to open the door and answer for her. It wasn't that hard. But he waited and Albert explained perfectly in that patient way he does, resulting in the girl thanking him and leaving the office.

Jet couldn't help but notice her cheeks were stained red as she left. A coil of possessive jealousy snaked itself in his chest, but he tried not to let it show as he walked into the office himself and shut the door. His backpack got slung in a corner as he folded himself onto the chair opposite the older man. his older man.

"She just asked that to have an excuse to come see you 'cause she's crushing on you hard." He was definitely trying his best to make it sound flippant.

Chimera 009

[fallenstar]

Jet hated it when he wasn't taken on missions. It didn't happen often, but it drove him crazy when it did. He felt caged in the house on the beach and he couldn't even go flying because he needed to be near the transceiver if there was a problem. He was the cavalry in case what was a simple operation went wrong.

It was, admittedly, really stupid to be so worked up. He knew the more 'fragile' members of their team would be easily protected by the stronger ones and this wasn't an operation where they'd be facing magic, only military and bullets. The man he held the most concern for probably needed it the least since bullets would sting or chip at the most, but hardly cause much more damage than that. His partner was made of rock after all. At least, most of him was...not all of him and it was those few squishier spots left that made Jet fret.

He paced and preened and paced some more, his feathers getting disheveled in his anxious movements. It wasn't until Gilmore had snapped at him to stop fidgeting so much that Jet huffed and retreated into Albert's room. He knew he'd be called back if he was needed and at least this way he wasn't constantly orbiting the transceiver, waiting for it to click into life.

His brain had gone through twenty different possible scenarios from his perch on the edge of the window sill by the time Gilmore knocked and told him that the mission had gone well and everyone was on their way back with limited injuries. There was a knowing look in the old man's eye as he shut the door behind him that made Jet just want to scratch him...but he resisted. Albert would be back soon and Jet could check every inch of him over when he was.

In the meantime, he curled up on the pillows of their bed, wings tucked in around him, and dozed.