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[ There's a perplexed looking young man in view of the screen. Anyone familiar with Locus will probably recognize him, but something's definitely different. That tell-tale x-shaped scar? Gone. His hair is shorter, hanging just below his jaw. Moreover, his eyes don't quite hold that thousand-yard-stare to them just yet.

He looks, well. Teenaged.

He's also holding Luna up to view. She's purring heavily, but he appears bewildered by her presence, if anything. ]

Does anyone know whose cat this is? I just...found her here when I woke up.

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I know I don't miss.

[ At which point he sort of frowns, like he's suddenly cluing in. ]

But you're...talking about something more than that. Aren't you.

[ He hasn't quite let go of his hand. Not yet. ]

You don't miss. [ He shrugs, not really noticing or minding the hand thing, preoccupied with, well. Trying to figure out how to explain shit. ] Like. Ever? Never seen it happen.

I don't miss or I can't miss?

[ There's the other power to ponder over as well. Is it as simple as the ring's power appeared to be? Brow furrowing in thought, he closes his eyes, and a second later? Gone from sight.

That pressure is still there on York's hand, however. A few seconds tick past, and then... ]

Well this would have been useful.

I know better than to ask you to train on the range with me, so I dunno.

[ Down an eye, all that. But the invisibility is- he's seen it before, with the armor. Having him just shift out of sight is...kinda cool and kinda startling when he's just hanging in his civies. ]

That...is still pretty damn cool. Lemme guess: Hard time at school?

[ Teens and shit, man. ]

[ Moments later and he shifts back into view, blinking over at Taylor before nodding faintly. ]

When I went to school. We had to move a lot because of the war. Sometimes I'd just read at home, or wherever we were.

You don't really talk about...that. Or much of anything.

[ And here he is, floating and sparing a hand to scoop Luna up and rest her on his abdomen, probably prying. ]

Usually I talk, you listen. You're kinda quiet.

Oh.

[ Maybe he's talking too much. He immediately falls silent again, eyes darting elsewhere in the room.

That steady, weighty stare isn't there. In fact, it's almost as though he's been avoiding direct eye contact when he can. ]

I'm not complaining, man. I ask about shit all the time and you kinda...grunt or glare or squint and I drop it. Our friendship is built on manfully not talking about shit, respecting boundaries, and letting me sit here quietly when the world's too damn loud while I noodle on my guitar.

[ He tugs on Locus'- Sam's hand, pulling himself up and over (slick zero g light moves) to peer down into his face. And maybe set Luna on his chest instead. He is, after all, her person. ]

Only reservation I got is I don't know if you'll be. yanno. Comfortable with me hearing this shit when you're older again since this is gonna be temporary.

[ Older!Him sounds like a real killjoy. Well. Not so different from now, but maybe a little angrier? That doesn't bode well.

He feels the tug, eyes darting back, just in time to spot the exchange of Luna and carefully cradle her to his chest. A moment later, and he's sinking back to the floor. He doesn't want to risk dropping her, after all. ]

If we're friends, then I don't think I would mind.

[ Taylor follows him, stretching out on the couch instead. Gravity takes hold with the usual little whumph of air as he settles on the couch cushions. He props his cheek on his hand, watching Locus and Luna for a moment. What the hell happened to this kid?

Well. He'd seen some of it- most of it- in the Legacy. But there's more. ]

Then it's about time I sat and listened, innit?

It's not all that interesting. It is what it is.

[ He shrugs a little, circling around to sit beside Taylor on the couch, though a small distance away. ]

I'm not very good with making friends. Being invisible might have made things easier. That's all.

You're introverted. [ He shrugs. ] Wouldn't call you shy but- quiet? Doesn't mean you're all that difficult to talk to.

Sometimes it's difficult to talk.

[ He shrugs again. ]

Other people usually fill the silence if you let them.

You're not having a hard time talking to me.

[ Just pointing that out, here. ]

Finding words is a bitch sometimes, I agree. But we're doing fine.

[ He seems to realize that after a moment, and then? The most hesitant of grins (but still clearly a grin) starts to dawn on his face. ]

I suppose you're right. We must be friends.

[ holyshit he smiles. It's usually something he has to fight to earn and it's never more than a quirk. A twitch. It's-

Cute on young him.

He shoves that thought far away as he reaches out to pat Locus' shoulder. ]

Told you.

[ The smile grows wider and, again, his gaze slips away. Back to Luna, who is peacefully snoozing against the crook of his arm. ]

You mentioned someone else. Wash?

Yeah, but he got hit by this too I think. I'm pretty sure.

[ He scrubs a hand down his face, sighing. ]

I'm just waiting to change my own damn self. That'll be fun.

You don't sound convinced.

[ Not that he'd be happy with the prospect, even where he is now. No one really wants to revisit their past, not that he can imagine at least. ]

I was kind of a jackass. I still am a Jackass, just not as much as I used to be.

[ By a long goddamn shot. ]

Self centered asshole kinda guy.

[ Sam's brow wrinkles. ]

That doesn't sound like you. You seem...nice.

[ He's only been speaking to him for twenty minutes or so, but it still reads that way to him. ]

It comes from looking back at my younger self, my choices? And cringing.

Lots and lots of cringing.

[ God he was such a jackass. ]

Well...

[ He thinks about this for a moment, his expression very grave, before he makes eye contact once again. ]

If that does happen, I'll be there. And I'll try to remind you what you're really like.

...Thanks bud.

[ It's so damn habitual he doesn't even think before closing the distance by listing to the side. Flopping over to lean against Sam. He doesn't have the same bulk to him that Locus does but- he's warm. He's familiar. ]

Seriously. Thanks. I dunno how well that will work but- thanks.

[ He startles, visibly. But after a moment that stiffness goes a little lax. It's less discomfort than surprise, but it feels...

They're friends. This must be what it's like.

A brief smile dawns on his face before he nods and lifts an arm to let Taylor get more comfortable. ]

It couldn't hurt to try. You got through to me.

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