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"Nooooo," She whined at him, still clinging, which in turn caused the blankets to slide off revealing the half naked Mark again. "Turn back to the light! You don't want to turn to the dark side, Mark! Especially if you're planning on using that name!"

"I made her cry," he whispered with indignation, his gaze at America going a little misty. "I make everyone cry. Is she still crying?" he added anxiously, apparently not having the courage to check for himself. "I bet she's... I bet she's still--"

The resolve broke. Taym made an inadvertent demonstration of his remarkable ability to cry (hard, with a great quantity of unmanly tears) without making a single sound. "I'm going to be better," he promised her through a gale of soundless tears. "I'm going to stop ******** it up."

Gale's eyes bulged the longer Caelius talked, and his flailing became less of fly caught in a spider's web and more of a drowning cat, complete with faintly horrified mewling sounds. "Free of what, exactly, sir," he choked out, his mind still reeling at the whole terrifying adoption thing. "Er."

He had looked to Stormy for help and what had happened?

She had joined in the madness.

"No it bloody does not," he squawked, his eyes as round as dinner plates now, Gale's jaw scraping the floor. "Er, I mean, yes, sir, adoption sounds, er, great, I'm just not, er, sure it's, you know, great for us. You know. Er. Personally."

He wondered if the floor would be kind enough to open up beneath him and swallow him whole yet.

She glanced over at Peyton and made a face. "She's um...yeah. Yeaaaah, it okay. People cry because they um...care. And that's...good." And then came the silent torrent of manly tears. Cautiously, America rubbed his back, making the vague soothing noises that come naturally to those who don't really know how to deal with other people's emotions but are unwilling to actually admit it.

"That's right, atta boy. Ain't nothing you can't fix if you have the mind to." She carefully tried to slip the bottle from his grasp as she needed a bit of shoring up for this, thank you.

Nevada got a small, unusually awkward smile and wink, "At least there's no bugs?"

"No, I am sorry," he still had his expressionless face on as Stormy confessed, "I know I just thought about," he choked, "-about killing you twice today, but I didn't mean to write it all out in my agenda and set up an execution time. I can change." If Gale wasn't going to join in on the hugging and feels, Caelius would just hang onto Stormy extra tight. It was like indirectly hugging Gale, sort of. "I'll never use the k word again."

Oblivious to Gale's resistance, she gazed up at Caelius with wide, shining eyes. "Only twice?" This produced even more feelings of relief and, naturally, tears. "You really do care," Stormy half-sobbed, half-whispered, and now there was actually a smile poking through.

Caelius's aggressive hugging only engendered reciprocation, and after squeezing them both as hard as she could, she began to stroke Gale's hair affectionately (for clearly the noises he was making was meant to grab her attention, and rightly so). "Todo está bien, flaco," Stormy cooed softly, like her mother used to. "Todo está bien . . ." He would have been treated to more wet kisses if Dakota hadn't intervened with more hugs.

She was practically sparkling from all the good feelings at this point and gave the tall man a watery smile.

"I don't actually know what a kaijuu is," the Death lead replied, "but I just feel bad for it. Why did it deserve to be thrown at? Who was I to judge what should be thrown at it?" He knit his brows together. "I should probably apologize to it later. Sharing your feelings fixes everything."

There was a lot of hugging going on and not a lot of space, so with a lot of sincere and firm pats and positive confirmations, he managed to wrangle a seating arrangement on the floor. He sat down cross legged. "Yes. You are right son." This was addressed at Gale, "If we create a circle of our feelings then I'm sure - I'm sure all those people that we've k- k worded, decapitated, stabbed, incarcerated, incinerated, and sacrificed will receive our sincere feelings and apologies. As long as they know we didn't really mean it." He said this with one-hundred percent determination.