Jiang looks at Proko for a long, quiet minute. Proko's really beating himself up about it, and Jiang can't really figure out why. Yeah, he was upset--understandably, he feels like. But he's also said he's not mad, and he's worked it out through what they just did.
Finally, he softly says, "I can't make you believe that I'm not mad, okay? If you wanna beat yourself up about it, that's up to you. But I never said you fucked up. It happened. You didn't tell me. Now I know."
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Date: 2017-06-30 09:35 pm (UTC)Finally, he softly says, "I can't make you believe that I'm not mad, okay? If you wanna beat yourself up about it, that's up to you. But I never said you fucked up. It happened. You didn't tell me. Now I know."
He shrugs.