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"Skye."
The short, flat-toned calling for her name is the only thing to be heard in the dead silent, pitch black room. That and then a few perceptible rustles of the sheets as Jett slowly slides onto the side of Skye's bed. That is all that can be heard until one focuses on the rise and fall of Skye's breath which hitches for only a second until she realizes it's just Jett.
Skye didn't reach full awareness since her brain immediately went back to sleep mode when it confirmed the source of her sleep's disturbance as Jett. Her eyes slowly drift back shut. She's hardly conscious enough to register the shifted weight Jett adds to the bed.
Jett's legs fall off the side of the bed, she rests both palms against her knees and takes a few moments to think to herself. She's not nervous, she simply needs to understand what she's feeling before trying to communicate it.
It would be strange. A girl you don't even know on the surface level coming to you as you sleep.
But that's exactly what Jett needs.
Nothing about Jett and Skye is conventional. They've yet to actually plan a hangout. It's common they find each other when its necessary, no matter where or when that is. Even if Skye doesn't know the most basic things she should know about her, she's the only person that Jett comes to. That Jett can come to.
"You don't have to listen. Or say anything. I just need to talk to someone, other than myself."
When they met, it didn't take Skye any time to know that Jett is just like any other animal, and she knows best when it comes to animals. In order to get her to approach you, she only requires what every animal requires: to know you wont hurt her. And it hurts Skye to know that everyone else has failed her in this.
So Skye plays dead, unable to cause any harm as Jett enters foreign territory.
Skye offers trust to every living thing. With her, Jett doesn't have to work for the trust she deserves.
"I trust you wont hurt me and so I wont hurt you."
It's an oath so built on faith and honor that even if Jett wants so badly to lash out on old instincts she can't.
Skye's soft and vulnerable ins and outs of breath, which are seemingly evident of her sleep, urge Jett to let off what she needed from her chest.
By the time Jett speaks again, Skye is almost fully back asleep.
"I like girls."
No response from Skye.
"It's the first time I've said it to anyone else. I like girls. I never thought saying it to someone else could be so..."
A deep exhale.
"...Freeing."
Jett looks over her shoulder at Skye. She knows she's not awake to hear it, but she still can't help smiling at her little self victory.
After Jett leaves as quietly as possible, Skye can't help but smile, too.