lesson after lesson

Chip frowned slightly. It's not an excuse, but it is worrying. She should know. He insisted, softly. He wanted his lover to tell Inala about losing chunks of time; she'd likely not want to hear anything the Keeper had to say after all this came out.

But I'll let you tell her. He promised, agreeing easily to 'race' back to shore.

The swim back to land was... not really a race, rather they kept stride with one another, fingers brushing until they were walking, the ocean falling beneath them.

He was quiet, biting his lip as he studied Inala, allowing his gaze to flit around to the rest of the clan. Can we head somewhere private? From the way he was acting, she'd likely assume it was to inform him of a relapse.

What else did he have to be guilty about, after all.