// - A second part does come this way, though had some problems updating the story. Just a final bit to add to the story, because I felt the previous one maybe didn't do Weiss and Jaune's dynamic enough justice. Besides, it's fun to write the two, and thank you for the kind words on the first chapter.

"How is he?" Weiss asked, massaging the fatigue under her eye with a hand.

Jaune only shrugged, trotting from the toilet exit to sit next to Weiss. "Getting better, told me to wait outside; he'll come out when he's ready to go." He smirked in contemplation. "Not that I'm complaining. I'd rather not watch his gastrobatics, makes me feel sick too."

Weiss grimaced and looked away from him. "That's a disgusting term, Jaune."

"What? Gastrobatics?"

"Don't!-"

He only laughed at her discomfort. "What? I thought that was pretty good. Came up with it on the spot, I did."

Weiss shook her head and sunk further into the cushioned bench situated outside the market toilets. "You know, the taxi driver said he's going to charge me double for our little stop."

Jaune raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Why?"

"Because we're wasting his time, why do you think?"

"I dunno." Jaune shrugged, opting to hit a joke out again to lighten the mood. "Maybe he's just in it for your name." Jaune grinned at first, bit when Weiss didn't respond, and a sterner swirl came to those ice-blue eyes of hers, Jaune realised he'd hit a nerve. "Sorry. Bad joke."

"Bad line." She countered. "It wasn't even funny."

Jaune sighed and laxly held his arms half-up in surrender. He'd lost count how many times he'd capitulated to Weiss today. "Okay, you don't have to grill me about it, jokemeister."

She shifted away from him in the seat. "Just think before you speak."

He nodded. "I'll try."

A stark silence pondered between the two, and the minimal hustle and bustle of the near empty shopping market began to leer over them. The silence didn't do much to calm Weiss, and the storm of fatigue and insecurity inside herself made her speak again.

"Do you think it is because of my name?" She muttered to Jaune.

He only looked at her with a look of disbelief, and saw this time that the ice-blue swirl had turned unsure. He was quick to reassure her, being the casanova he was. "Pfft, no." He laughed to faux confidence. "Probably doesn't even recognise you."

Weiss didn't buy his reassurance, again, and Jaune's efforts fell flat. "Everyone recognises me, Jaune. I'm a Schnee."

Jaune changed tactics. "Okay." He slumped down the seat, taking a breath. "Well, of all the people in Mantle, Weiss, I don't think a taxi driver - who is probably just trying to make ends meet, and thinking about his family - is going to exploit you for money." He suggested, looking to the girl. "How much is the fare, anyway?"

"Twelve for there. But it's going to be twenty-four for our little stop."

"Alright, well we can pay halves then."

Weiss glanced at Jaune in doubt. "Don't play gentleman with me, Jaune."

He raised an eyebrow. "I'm not gentlemanning you, Weiss. I'm being polite."

She nodded in mockery. "Right, so, what? Are you going to serenade me about the fare next?" Weiss smiled at first, though dropped it like hot potato when she realised she had hit a nerve.

Jaune thinned his lips in response, and emulated Weiss' previously bad mood. "Bad line, Weiss." He shook his head and tried to contain his laugh. "Not funny."

Weiss could see straight through his play and saw the mirth in his eyes, knowing he was laughing to himself. She punched him in the arm to relief the pent up mix of awkwardness and giddiness in her chest and even laughed herself. "Oh, shut up Jaune."

Jaune was on fire today. He'd made her laugh at least twice. "You know, I think they sell guitars here. I could give it a go-"

Weiss' eyes widened in horror and she cut him off. "Don't you dare, Arc! I'm not going through that again."

Jaune cackled. "I'm not putting myself through that again. No need to panic."

Weiss crossed her arms in her embarrassment, almost hugging herself. "We don't speak of your stupid showmanship again, to anyone. Okay?"

He nodded. "Okay. Deal."

Weiss shifted back along the seat toward Jaune. The market was near freezing now, and she could feel the blood rushing from her fingertips. Distracting herself from the cold, she mused over Jaune's name, and wondered if he had ever felt any pressure over his own family. There was a huge statue of an ancestor of his in Beacon's courtyard, after all, and his sword was a legendary heirloom, or something.

"Y'know, sometimes I feel unsure about my family, and what I should be doing with the legacy."

Weiss swallowed in surprise as Jaune happened to read her thoughts. "What like?"

He shrugged. "Well, I pretty much ran off with the family heirloom and jumped into an academy without notice." He paused for a moment, then spoke a little more. "Could've been different."

"Different?"

He swallowed. "Well, maybe if I'd tried myself harder. I could be in a better place to... fulfill my name."

Oh, he was having inheritor's guilt. Well, that was very last year for Weiss. Very untrendy, Jaune. "You shouldn't be worrying about something like that." She shrugged. "I reckon you'd struggle to find an Arc that's gone through all you have in the span of two years." Her eyes drooped slightly and she stifled a yawn. "You're just a different legacy."

He looked at her in surprise and smirked, laughing a breath. "Didn't expect you to hit me with that, Weiss. Bit intense, don't you think?"

The yawn broke, her eyes widening as he discarded her words as humorous. "I was being supportive, you idiot. You sounded really sad!"

"I was saying the name thing to reassure you."

"Didn't sound like it." She snarled.

Jaune only smiled, deflecting her malice. "Good to know you care about me, Weiss."

The girl raised an eyebrow in pity. "I've known you for a while, Jaune. I would hope I did." She stretched as her exhaustion took over, taking her admittance that she cared for him as a ticket for using him as a pillow. "Now let me lean on you, I'm tired and cold."

Jaune looked over in surprise as Weiss sat up against his side, resting her head along his shoulder. Her hair tumbled across and down his shoulder and back, and he was hit with the intoxicating scent of shampoo. He nearly choked in his shock. "Comfy?"

Weiss replied in nonchalance. "Yes." With that, she closed her eyes for at least a few minutes rest.

It was a different seating arrangement in the taxi this time; Oscar now sat in the middle to separate the two older, more awkward ones of the moment.

"So you two are dating."

"No."

"But she was asleep on you. I saw you two." Oscar insisted. "She practically ran off when she woke up."

"She was resting her head."

Oscar looked over to Weiss, who had now fallen asleep in the taxi aswell. He turned back to Jaune. "I hope your betrayal is worth it, Jaune."

"Betrayal?"

Oscar hummed. "Well, I'm not going to the movies with you two again, I'll just end up a third wheel."

Jaune didn't say anything, instead taking out his scroll to distract himself.

"I saw a nice restaurant as we were walking out of the cinema, you could take her there."

Jaune shifted in his seat. "I'm not taking her on a date."

Oscar sighed. "Well, that's very anticlimactic of you, after all that romantic tension from tonight."

Jaune jabbed a finger at Oscar. "I don't need dating advice from you. You're a child, you don't understand."

Oscar frowned. "I'm not a child. You're being more of a child than me."

Jaune raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Well, this child is paying for the taxi fare home, so I'll willingly have you kicked out onto the street if you don't shut it."

Oscar felt his stomach churning again, and chose not to argue with Jaune in his discomfort. "Fine. Just saying you two have something. Maybe Weiss will ask you on a date."

"Maybe she will." Jaune rebutted.

A conversational silence passed as the hum of the engine flowed into ambience. However, after less than a minute, Jaune's confidence cracked.

"Dust, she'd never ask me on a date."

Oscar grinned, clutching his stomach. "Told you." He relaxed his head into the cushion. "Just ask her. Aren't you the one who said girls love confidence, or something?"

Jaune narrowed his eyes at the boy. "How'd you find that out?"

Oscar shrugged. "Ruby told me."

Jaune swallowed in the sting of treachery. "Right." He pondered for a moment. "You think dinner's alright?"

"I don't know, I'm just a child."

"Oscar. Don't."

He narrowed his eyes in bewilderment. "Just ask Ruby, she knows Weiss well."

"Oscar, asking Ruby means Yang will somehow find out. The last thing I need is having Yang know I'm taking Weiss on a date."

The farmboy was enjoying this. "You don't even know if she wants to yet."

"I'm being hypothetical." Jaune defended.

His advisor shrugged. "Just put some effort into whatever it is, and I'm sure she'll enjoy herself."

Jaune nodded. It made sense, if Jaune showed some bother, then Weiss would, at the very least, be impressed with him. "Right. You're right."

"I am?"

"Well, it sounds sensible enough."

Oscar nodded in his success, and leaned into his seat, drifting into rest alongside Weiss.

Oscar was right, the least Jaune could do was take her out somewhere after tonight. He felt different with Weiss now, like she saw him in a new light; like he had a chance. He saw Weiss in the same light as always, of course, one of admiration and care - and maybe a hint of infatuation with her demeanour, but he felt like Weiss valued their time now, and it would be worthwhile spending more of it.

Besides, a date would be... courtesy. And Weiss appreciated that.