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"That I don't like your manager." Styxx replied instantly. Well, at least he was honest.

Whoa.

That takes a bit of the wind out of her sails. Gone is the smile as her face falls and she tries to regain her mental footing. "What?"

"I mean Stephan. Your agent, manager, whatever you call him. Sorry. I'm not used to all the terms."

Still totally not what she's expecting, but now she's curious about the honesty, even if she was sort of expecting praise or at least some sort of comment on her performance. "No, no it's fine. What about him?"

I just don't think he's a good person. He's using you for little more then making money and I don't like that. Whoever you work with should still care about you, not just pretend to.

"They're all like that, that's what they do," she tells him, mentally backing away a little. "I'd like to think he cares a little bit, but in the end, he finds gigs and I perform. That's just how it works..."

For whatever reason, she's suddenly reminded of how the conversation had ended before the auditions, but shakes it from her head immediately, wondering why on earth it's thought of at all. She's really not used to many people taking up for her much anymore. Not personally, at least.

"I just think you can find someone better. That's all."

She's quiet for a few moments, trying to process it all. In a way, she's somehow comforted by the fact he's this open and cares enough to speak up about a situation that... blatantly doesn't involve him directly. He had made that much clear before she had even gone into the theatre, but at the same time, she's mildly irritated she'd been knocked off her happy cloud so quickly. That, of course, isn't entirely his fault as he's just looking out for her, but...she is a little proud.

Then there's the fact that she's confused and startled at her own apparent desire for his approval. When was the last time she had been able to pinpoint someone exactly?

She nods and shifts her bag on her shoulder. "I'll keep an open mind. He's one of the best at the agency, but..." She takes a deep breath. "He also won't be involved much with this. He actually wasn't keen on my auditioning for it anyway, because it pulls me out of slates. I won't be able to model as frequently with rehearsals as intense as they are."

He nodded, understanding but.... "Just be careful around him. I don't trust him and my instincts have never been wrong."

She softens and reaches out to give his arm a quick but reassuring squeeze. "Letting a man take advantage of me again is the last thing I'll ever allow," she assures him. "I'll keep an eye on him."

She trusts Styxx, and while her agent has done well in getting her established... she can't deny the warning flags here and there, but it's nothing dangerous just yet.

That said, she attempts to lighten the mood a little. "For a guy that's so adamantly not interested in me, you're pretty protective." It's accompanied with a good natured grin; she's obviously teasing.

"Finding people that want to actually be around me because of who I am is rare in my life. Even friends are rare. I've had very few and those that I consider friends I protect to the best of my abilities. It's never a good feeling when you lose them."

Her chest clenches as she's suddenly reminded of the lonely little six year old in her living room not so long ago. How had someone like Styxx grown up with such a life that he reflected that even now?

She's speechless as she studies him, all playfulness drained with just a few words. She can't remember the last time she had been met with such raw and honest words. Her gaze falls to his arms, to the names carved so carefully into the skin.

"Well... Losing me won't be an option. I'd say you're pretty stuck with me after that," she tells him, voice hushed and sweet as honey.

"Yes, it does seem that I'm stuck with you." He said with a small smile. The only other friend he'd really had before here was Urian and now his best friend wasn't even here. That left him with Dove who looked so much like Bet. Was so much like her in general. It was a strange feeling, and yet he couldn't help but gravitate towards her.

The smile she attempts to bite back is so genuine she's almost embarrassed. She ducks her head with a soft laugh, then pushes her hair back from her face and meets his gaze once more. "You're not really the hugging type, are you? Because I won't lie, I'm tempted."

"No, not really." He replied with a frown. She wasn't going to try and hug him was she because friend or not, there were certain things that he didn't think he could deal with and that was one of them.

She lifts her hands in defeat and stays back. "Alright, alright..." She won't go ruining the moment, and could feel the discomfort at the very idea. "How about food? I'm starving, and you probably need a drink after sitting with Stephen that long."

Yeah, she could see them from her place on stage.

"You're probably right. And my apologies for not saying it before Dove but it was wonderful." What he'd been able to concentrate on despite Stephen anyway.

She dramatically rolls her eyes. "Now he comes forth with the compliments," she laughs, stepping around him to lead the way up the main aisle of the theatre. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. There was a lot of talent on that stage." Even some of the performers who hadn't quite made it had been excellent.

"There were, yes. I can't imagine it was easy to make a decision." He replied, walking with her.

"I couldn't be a director. So much pressure."

She slides out and holds the door as she's the first to reach it. "I still can't believe I'm in a world where it's even feasible for me to try this out."

"It wasn't in your world?"

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"Physically? Yes," she shrugs. "Smart... eh....I sort of got myself into hot water when I was young as it was. They prefer we blend in when we're amongst humans and I was already modeling by fourteen... Adding much else to that would have brought on a lot more attention and it just makes thing more complicated for everyone."

Which... she sort of had done anyway.

"I got away with it then because grandad pulled some strings but as archangel now with no heir, it's not exactly the safest..."

"It's not the same here though. Here you can do what you want. You're not attached to those limitations."

She smiled, half to herself. "Yes."

And she'd bask in that freedom as long as it would have her.

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