Byron looked over at Vista, who had stolen his mattress, and then started to look for another. “A lot of the other mattresses are damp or cold,” Vista told him. “Then you keep that one. I can endure the cold and the wet with my power.” “Don’t be dumb, Byron,” she told him. I watched him hem and haw for a second. “Not dumb,” he said. “Just…” “Complicated,” Rain volunteered. Byron nodded. “Come, sit. We can talk about it,” Vista said. “Or say the word and I’ll find another spot.” He walked over, and he sat. Rain and Theo found their own cots. If Rain was bothered by the quality of his mattress, he didn’t comment. He’d carried his issued blanket with him and draped it over himself without much of a care. Golem, meanwhile, just sat. “What are the rules or boundaries?” Vista asked. “What?” Byron asked. “Like, just for the sake of argument, if you were to start seeing a girl, what are the rules of engagement?” I turned to look at Vista, my eyes widening. She ignored me. “I’m not sure I would. I don’t think it’s fair to the girl. Too many hurdles, too much baggage.” “We all have baggage. We could all die at any time, that’s life as a cape. Put those things together and if we wait to get over our baggage we’re liable to end up dead before we get anywhere.”
missy you are such a go-getter
