[ jade doesn't like to hear that there are problems, but she nods. they've handled it before, they can do it anyway. (jade grew up thinking there wasn't a single thing her parents couldn't handle.) ]

Okay. I won't tell anyone.

And... I'll talk to Dad about my stuff, too. I don't, um. Think he can help with that, but. [ jade twiddles her thumbs and stares into the scar intently, brows knitted. ] He's the detective, not me.