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“Wait a minute, why is it that I can’t see my reflection??”
Jay was back in those icy caves, his fingers numbing as he tried his best to bundle into his suit. Above the fibers, he saw a blurry reflection of his face, wrinkled by time and spilt with an eyepatch. He still remembers his awe at the mature and cool version of himself.
“Hey guys! Guess what. I get an AWESOME EYEPATCH-” his chuckles reverberate in the cave, and in his frostbitten bones as giddiness turns to confusion, “And there’s something else…”
It’s difficult to say if the shock ever really left. Jay was still analyzing every feature of the man who walked up to his reflection, who reached and held his hand, looking way too tenderly into his eyes.
Not man, he corrects himself, as he always does in this memory.
Cole.
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The Bounty sways aggressively against the wind, throwing Jay into the wall and successfully waking him from his dream— or nightmare depending on who you ask.
He settles back into his bed with a groan, tightly wrapping himself in the sheets and blocking out the world. More than anything, he wants to block out that memory.
Even without the dream, he remembers telling the group that he only found the eye patch interesting, nothing more appearing in the reflection. He remembers particularly avoiding Cole’s eyes, knowing that Cole’s reflection was missing because it was too busy looking at Jay- holding Jay’s hand. Even later, he convinced Zane that it was Nya with him. There’s no way Jay would admit who was really standing next to him.
It was a random reflection anyway! It probably thought Jay was someone else. It probably mixed up Nya and Cole! They both have short black hair, it’s an easy mistake! Because Jay likes Nya, the girl who’s saved him on countless occasions and is strong and more courageous than Jay could ever be.
Jay doesn’t like Cole, not like that. Because Cole’s his best friend, who’s saved him on countless occasions… and is strong… and courageous… and makes Jay laugh like no one else… and-
Maybe it’s better if he just gets up early. His cocoon isn’t doing any good at ridding him of his intrusive, lying incorrect, thoughts.
