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Sequoia listened, both confused and (let's be honest) outraged to hear Mahler had sent Laurel away like that. Sequoia knew why he had done it. He had done the same to her. But something about the way Laurel spoke of it made Sequoia feel like there was another layer to this she didn't quite understand. She certainly didn't chime in to say that Mahler had done the same to her, because Sequoia hadn't been humiliated. Frustrated? Sure. Annoyed? Absolutely. A little bit let down? Only a tiny bit.

Fuck, was all Sequioa could think to say for a moment. That's awful. I had no idea. She didn't have any magical words of wisdom to fix things, and she doubted that she ever would, but sometimes she knew that being somebody who listened was the best she could be.