[ yato is a bystander right now. jade can't help that, and there's really no denying that yato is jade's fault at this point. she agrees. if she had talked to her parents about this sooner, rather than letting him in and out, this wouldn't be an issue. yato wouldn't be on the floor, staring up at them like this, and her parents wouldn't be half scared to death over the fact that someone had broken into their apartment. she's definitely done it, this time. yato might have broken in, but there were measures that could have been taken to avoid this. it's a lot easier to take the blame upon yourself and feel like a sack of garbage over mistakes you think you've made than blame them on someone else, but this really does feel like the truth to jade. ]

It's my fault. Let him go, please.

[ there's a sigh as she lets go of her father to kneel down next to yato, moving the broken wood away. the sound of it shifting across the linoleum is awkward in the tense air in the kitchen. ]

I brought him over to shower before. He really needed one and I... I really couldn't let him just be. [ look. jade's a well meaning girl, but she's probably too trusting in her parents' eyes in this moment. her father's tone is stern, her mother's gaze is prickling and she can feel it on her even as she keeps her back to the both of them. ]

I'll pay for the table. It's my fault. No one got hurt, right?