Sloane lacked a filter and right about now she was tired of trying to use one that was already working in overdrive. "I didn't ask Calla, I asked you, because I'm tired of not talking to you." She was too. She had Sisse had mended things, and frankly, Sloane didn't have any problems with Alice, even if she currently hated Cameron's guts. From what Sloane could tell, he'd said some pretty stupid shit, which she knew he was perfectly capable of, this was not her fight. Yes they were "together," yes she cared a lot about him, but from what she knew about this situation, he'd been wrong. She'd thought to tell him as much, as gently as she could, but it hadn't really figured it out yet.

"I'm sorry he's an idiot." But he's my idiot, she wanted to add, but they weren't in fact alone in the common room. Sloane still wasn't sorry they hadn't told anyone, but she was sorry at how they'd found out and what had happened in the wake of the whole fiasco. It needed to be over, all of it and she was starting to think, some kind of confession among the group of them would be the only way to get it out there so they could move past it.