[He squints down at his phone. It sounds reasonable enough— or at least, he's heard enough talk from Danarius and his ilk to know that such a thing is perfectly feasible. But still . . .]
Delete them anyway.
It's still a risk. I do not trust six hundred people to be able to keep their mouths shut. I barely trust your six friends to keep their mouths shut, though they have admittedly done a somewhat decent job thusfar. But you were not subtle in any of those photographs.
It's up to a thousand likes now, Astarion.
[. . .]
And I was not cute. You were being a nuisance, do not play it off. I'm still taking your phone.
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Delete them anyway.
It's still a risk. I do not trust six hundred people to be able to keep their mouths shut. I barely trust your six friends to keep their mouths shut, though they have admittedly done a somewhat decent job thusfar. But you were not subtle in any of those photographs.
It's up to a thousand likes now, Astarion.
[. . .]
And I was not cute. You were being a nuisance, do not play it off. I'm still taking your phone.