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âYou mightâve mentioned it here and there, canât quite remember.â Lark smiled listening to Nate talk about how heâs been alone most of his life, mirroring his own upbringing. âPromise me that you wonât go up and leave me alone then. Iâve been alone most of my life too, but if youâre there it wonât feel like that anymore.â Admitting that took a lot out of the mutant, feeling as if his inner self was screaming at him for confessing such vulnerability. But it felt so good to do so at the moment, just as it did when his fingertips were being tickled by Nathanâs soft curls. Lark didnât really expect much out of the date he got on a whim, but now he really couldnât see his days without this man. âProbably a few months so I will be quite rusty, not that I wonât be able to pull my own weight.â It was hard to knock out all the training and forget all those years back when he was a kid. So he thought his body might remember the feeling, remember the way he was trained to be nothing more than a weapon at one point in his life. Heâd become that weapon again if it meant he could protect Nathan out there when the world was in chaos and darkness tried to encroach on their lives. For him. Nathan was precious to him and all these little moments they shared were now treasures stored away in his memory that he could always call back to when he needed a moment of levity or light. As he takes hold of Nateâs hand, he pulls himself closer to the man, smiling giddy as he wonders if this was going to become more. âMy powers are useful for my line of work but in the field, theyâre pretty deadly.â
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âYou got me there . . . caught red handed.â Nathan admits while smiling back, mostly being playful since of course he remembers what was said moments prior. He knew what itâs like to be alone but there was always some sort of purpose to fill the void. He didnât know anything different, always volunteering himself to take part in another battle. The memories of defeating Apocalypse happened so long ago, only a child, and then after that there wasnât much peace for long. There would always be a new evil taking hold over society and thatâs when the next major war took place. He got involved in that too but now isnât the time for such reflections. This time with Lark is something so normal even if involving a training session. Itâs his own weird way of foreplay.  âItâs like riding a bicycle. Youâll be fine, itâll come back to you. . . .  like muscle memory. We can choose an easy program for a warm up and then do a more difficult one after if thatâs more suitable for you?â The boy offers while they walk down the hallway together.  âWeâll make a deadly team then  . . .  I donât think weâve seen each other in real action before so I look forward to seeing what you can do in a fight. You can see my own skills at work too.â
















