Needless to say, Jade was shocked. After all, she hadn't seen the orange boy since they broke up what felt like decades ago. Of course, they still ran into each other every so often, but that was a big battleship, and what with five planets to wander around with their respective consorts to keep him company, he managed to keep his distance from the other two humans. She understood, though; things were beginning to get a bit tense around them, especially between him and John. Not even Davesprite, as cool as he is, could stand the awkwardness.

"Oh," he was the first to say anything at all as the kitchen door shut behind him with a soft click, sealing the entrance and effectively blocking Dave out of their conversation. Just as well, he had yet to notice Jade's arrival, and was finishing his interrupted breakfast, hopefully mulling over what Davesprite had told him. "Hey, uh, Jade…" he was no less taken aback by their shared encounter than she was, but even now he still tried to hide it – he did not succeed. His feathers ruffled up around his breast, a habit that grew on him upon becoming a sprite, and happened whenever he was flustered or confused. In any other situation, Jade would have giggled.

She grinned nevertheless, unwilling to let their first confrontation in so long dissolve into weirdness, "Davesprite! I haven't talked to you in such a long time," she knew enough to steer clear of anything more personal, knowing that he probably wouldn't tell anyone what he's been up to. Not that it mattered, because Jade will always find him an open book.

"Yeah," Davesprite's face fell ever so slightly, an expression that was only noticed by the as-good-as-omniscient young witch. Jade didn't say anything, lest she make things worse. So, they stood there in silence for what could have been a good five minutes. Awkward situations always feel like that though, so it was more likely much less.

"Well," Jade finally broke the silence. "I came to talk to Dave," she gestured towards the door, which was still currently blocked by his body. "He's in there, right?"

"Yeah, but…" Davesprite glanced behind him at the closed door, and for a moment wondered if Dave was even still in there. This certainly wasn't the only door leading out of the room. He looked back at Jade, her ears twitching curiously, and sighed. "What exactly is it that you need to talk to him about?"

"It's about John," she hesitated a moment, but quickly came back to her senses, realizing that anything she could tell Dave, she could certainly tell Davesprite. "I talked to Rose, and she agreed to help me, even though she said it was a bad idea…" Jade's eyes turned to the floor, slightly too embarrassed of being judged under the sprite's cold, emotionless glare. "We want to try and get John to talk to us, and I wanted to see if Dave would come with us."

Another moment of stillness passed between the two. Jade peered back up at the boy, to see him still standing there, arms crossed, biting his lip. She'd never seen him this thoughtful before, and it was slightly unsettling, although a bit endearing. "No," was his sudden reply, with such resounding authority that she jumped a little bit, startled.

"No?" She echoed, with a puzzled and (almost) hurt look on her face.

"I mean," his voice was softer, but the commanding tone was still there. "Don't tell him that you're going to go see John." During the conversation, Davesprite's glasses had slowly drifted down the bridge of his nose, and he was now peering over them. Jade could see his eyes, just as orange as the rest of him, but within them a watery look that betrayed the tone of his voice with something much sadder; a look that made her shiver. Davesprite quickly pushed the shades backup, and cleared his throat. "It's just that…" For the umpteenth time today, he was at a loss for words. Today has been a very uncool day. "I don't think that John is ready to talk to anyone just yet," He cast a hidden look back towards the kitchen, "especially not Dave."

Jade wasn't quite she understood, but she knew better than to question Davesprite when he's this serious. Considering she's never even seen him this serious. She just nodded, quietly. He caught her off guard when he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace. Despite her lagging mental reflexes, she managed to return the hug, patting the soft feathers on his chest absent mindedly, like she used to. But as much as she wanted to stay there, she pulled away with a sad smile, and grabbing the boy's calloused, hands, giving them a tight squeeze.

"Y'know, I do still love you," he whispered, softly.

"I know you do," she leaned up on her toes and kissed his nose before letting go of him and turning down the hallway, off to go talk to John, wherever he may be. As she turned the corner, she felt that she understood the situation a little bit more. When she had disappeared