Tris watched curiously as Doug exited the game and closed up shop, and he laughed softly. "Yeah," he replied. Would that tell them anything though? If he could get on, if he couldn't get on, wouldn't both situations be equally arguable for both sides? Maybe they knew, saw, and didn't care because it didn't matter. Maybe they were fucking with Doug. Or maybe, somehow, they didn't catch it at all.
"You'll have to keep me posted," he quipped as he shifted slightly to lean back against the couch. He was, he thought, a little disturbed. "Are you going to tell anyone? Or should I keep my mouth shut about it?" He asked with a slight grin. He reasoned there was no sense in making it public-public until they'd worked out the legitimacy (or lack thereof) of the situation.
But people like Jake, like Jaime ... maybe there'd be some benefit in mentioning it to them.