There's a small sound from the other end of the line; a sharp intake of breath, the rustling of blankets, a slightly strained exhale before she continues.

"Dia, I..."

There's a lot she wants to say, now, but none of the words that form on her lips in that pause seem right. There's a joke somewhere buried in there, about how well the last time she and Kanan fought went. There's an outburst hidden in there, too, confused at how this could have been a secret for so long (or, at least, she imagines it's been quite some time, feelings for someone who's been so constant for her [far more constant than Mari ever was, most certainly] don't just blossom overnight). On the tip of her tongue, there's a confession there, too; a declaration that just because Dia loves Kanan doesn't mean Mari will be so willing to give her up, herself. That one stays put, solely because she doesn't want Dia to interpret it as yet another joke.

What ultimately comes out is an apology. But even that seems unfitting.

"I'm sorry, Dia. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I didn't realize..."