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Pollux was, and would probably always, remain a bit of a mystery to Hanna.

There were two ways to go about this: she could either blame his sex drive on puberty, given the fact that they weren’t all too far apart age-wise, or Hanna could pretend that this wasn’t normal whatsoever, and that he was simply one in a, well, what exactly? Hundred? Thousand? One in a million? Some things, she figured, were harder to pinpoint than she originally thought they would be.

Either way, she was lucky this was nothing that concerned her. They were friends on a purely platonic level, sharing the same interest for writing and greek mythology but that was as far as their bond reached. Still, his company was appreciated when he, at least for a moment in time, decided to sway from the topic of physical intimacy to something more poetic, something that she too could enjoy. Hanna always welcomed another interaction with an open mind, especially if she could learn something from it and Pollux seemed to provide that enough to keep Hanna interested in the words that were being spilled.

Their vast difference was in the fact that while Hanna was too timid, he was too blunt. And while opposites may attract, the brunette had grown to believe that they could also end up fighting each other rather badly. She had experienced a similar friendship before, but times were different back then and Hanna herself had been a varied version of her current self so, despite things having taken a turn for the worse all this time ago, the student had grown to at least learn something out of the unwanted life lesson.

All that mattered now was to apply what she had learned.

❝It’s an onesided idea to claim that Persephone might have been permanently unhappy after her abduction. Who says she didn’t eventually learn to grow into her role? Learn to love the man by her side? Time might’ve taught her all these things.❞

Pollux had been unusually quiet the entire day, and Hanna didn’t know him well enough to be aware whether he was feeling unwell, or having personal problems that he didn’t wish to talk about. Yet, she took it upon herself to get rid of the silent, somewhat uncomfortable atmosphere that had settled over the uneven pair and so, a discussion had been initiated so that he may get his thoughts off things for a while.

It wasn’t much, but in this moment it was all she could offer.