[ The reaction catches her by surprise but the intimidation tactics, the volatility of her actions, only manages to get Sharon's expression to cool, gaze turning icy. She knows that Jinx is afraid, that this anger comes from fear, but it also hurts just a little. Sharon had told Jinx she'd loved her in that same conversation; she had given to Jinx what she doesn't give to most people and Jinx didn't see that.

She breathes in deeply, calming herself, and lets it out in a short puff of air before she leans down to Jinx's level, lips close to her ears. ]

If I hadn't wanted you to know about him, Jinx, I wouldn't have brought him up when I did. That was me telling you about him. [ She pulls back, lips pulled down in a look of hurt. She's not good at this. Fuck. She has to breathe in deeply again. ] I don't know how to talk about myself, okay? I spent nine years before I came to this place having to be anyone else in the world but myself. It took me six months here before I even dared to hope someone was my friend.

[ Is this the kind of stuff you wanted to hear about, Jinx? She's definitely rambling at this point. ] I don't know how I would ever bring up being head-over-heels for someone. And, after Chizuru, it felt... shitty of me to even think about talking to you about it.

So fucking there. [ She's now going to angrily get back to her Wrench painting and just. Huff. Huff. ]