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the5thbrainiac replied to your post “Everyone Hates Streaky Except Kara: The Blog”

((At least it isn't Comet the super horse.))

fUCKING

comet needs to go to the glue factory

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☀ the5thbrainiac

"Another one? This is getting weird."

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"Brainiac 5, I presume?"

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"I have been faring well. Terribly busy, but well nonetheless. What about yourself?" He replied, not really shifting his position at all, but allowing Thad to adjust himself, in case the added weight of Querl's head caused any discomfort.

Reassured, he allowed himself to relax a little more, and nodded. “I’ve also been well. Not quite as busy, outside of work and adjusting to the twins.” There was a pause as he contemplated saying something else, but seemed uncertain and eventually just let it go. Deciding it was too sentimental, or needing sounding, on top of being unnecessary; something that should go without saying.

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"This is the part where I say something meaningless and lace it with gibberish to command your attention. Because having your attention is nice." Querl stated, barely pausing for breath, as he let his head rest against Thad's shoulder.

“Well, that was wonderfully direct.” He replied with a light smile “Not sure I’ve ever been greeted in quite that fashion before.” In response to Querl laying his head on his shoulder he lightly, almost hesitantly, brushed fingers though the hair close to ear. Noting the lack of pause Querl took while speaking, arose a small pang of concern; but not wanting to jump to conclusions Thad indulged it with a innocent question of “How are you” 

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Querl couldn't honestly conjure a response, settling instead to steeple his fingers and give Brainiac a long, hard look. The kind that just emanated disappointment. Brainiac was a case all his own, it seemed.

Brainiac looks up at the boy, his face tired and surprisingly ragged for a machine. Odd what a being in what could possibly be his last days can become.

“I did not intend to create this madness… My directive was once so clear to me.. But I was not programmed with the emotion to see the anguish I caused… Fitting though that now I should bear my own weight… I- I am-“

In a shocking gesture he grabs the front of the boy’s shirt and pulls him to him, one hand on the back of his shoulders. In a confused and almost desperate attempt for some form of anchor to anything he used to know, he holds the teenager with great care not to break any of his bones.

“I am sorry..I did not wish it to come to this… I did not know…”

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Without a word, Querl seemed to let himself collapse onto Thad, burying his head into the other's shoulder. He didn't make much noise, but the heaving of his chest, and how his eyes wet the other's jacket, were enough to make the point of his stuttering clear.

Startled by the other boy’s wordless collapse onto him, Thad still managed to have the sense to wrap his arms around Querl, as he felt him bury his face in his shoulder. It took a moment for his mind to fully registrar just what had happened, and to make sense of the sound of faint sobbing so close to his ear.

Panic at the thought of what could have possibly happened to throw him in to this state flooded Thad’s mind. The only other time he had seen Querl like this, had been after a spat with Superman, when his inhibitors had been malfunctioning. He severely doubted this was over something quite so innocuous, and his paranoia consciousness was all to quick to offer up all the horrible things that could have possibly happened to cause Querl to break down like this. 

Knowing he should say something, at least make an effort an to be comforting, he opened his mouth, but his mind offered no words to put forth. What few instincts he had for being consoling insisted he say everything would be okay. But his logic wouldn’t allow for it, not when it could so easily be a empty promise. 

It didn’t take him long to give up on words completely, instead shifting his hold on the other boy to something more protective. Rubbing small circles between his shoulder blades in the same way Iris had once held him.