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 Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 1:22 pm
Ganymede lied sprawled out on a particular roof of a particular apartment building late at night after the youma incident up at Virgo Outpost. He and Valhalla had stayed behind at the Surrounding long enough to make sure the remaining civilians were okay before finding someone to return them to the humble sphere of Earth. Ganymede supposed it was a bit careless of them, leaving so many defenseless civilians up there under such dangerous circumstances when such horrible things were happening, but he needed time to think and he couldn’t do it there. It was selfish, but then he was selfish, and he didn’t think he’d ever claimed not to be.
Even so, he lied out on his back on the roof, arms and legs spread out as he stared up at the few, tiny stars that were just barely visible through the city lights, as if by keeping his sights focused on them from down here he could somehow continue to monitor their safety.
The air was somewhat chilly, almost cold up so high with so much bare skin left on display to the elements, but it kept him focused and present, instead of just fading away and losing himself to all the things that clouded his mind. The more he let it build and swirl in his head, the harder it would be to deal with, and the more he’d put it off. The longer he did that, the more convoluted it would become, and the more difficult it would be to wade through whenever he finally found the courage to do so.
Patiently, he waited for Valhalla to return from below as Chris with a few medical supplies, so that he could help him patch up his injured back.
He felt quite a bit as he lied there, looking at the stars in the sky and listening to the autumn wind whistle through the city buildings, but he wasn’t sure what he felt more. There was sadness and desperation, but anger and determination, too—fear, helplessness, and failure, but also hope and resolution. It was a strange amalgamation that he was not too keen to explore, yet he knew he had to, and so he lied there and he waited and he tried to make sense of it all.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 6:15 pm
He hadn't wanted to ask for help at first, but knew that if he didn't get his back cleaned up, he would have to worry about infection, despite the increased speed of healing his magic powers gave him. And so, Chris made his way back up the fire escape with a plastic bag of first aid things that could be useful; a bowl, wash cloth, bottle of water, ointment, and gauze all in the bag, while he had a few blankets draped over his shoulders.
"Here..." he offered, holding the blanket out to Ganymede once he made his way over to him. "It's cold..." And the last thing he wanted was for Ganymede to get sick while trying to help him. "Thank you for doing this," he said appreciatively for what had to be the dozenth time. He knew that Ganymede probably had other things to do, but it wasn't like he had anyone else he could call to help him. No one that he felt comfortable with bothering, at least.
Chris dropped another blanket off his shoulder, although he shook it out a bit before trying to lay it down more evenly, and then moved to stand on it and sit down, facing away from Ganymede. If they weren't going to be doing this in the comfort of his apartment, then the least he could do was make things as comfortable as possible up on the roof, right...? He gingerly began to pull his shirt off, trying not to irritate the scrapes and gashes, and once the shirt was dropped on the floor of the roof, he pulled the third blanket up to cover himself from his chin down, shivering against the cool breeze.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 6:26 pm
He broke his gaze away from the sky above him to look at Chris when he came back out onto the roof, slowly sitting up and then standing to his feet, taking the one blanket and waiting for the other to be spread out before settling back down, positioning himself behind Chris as his friend and unknowing ex began to take off his shirt. It was a bit chilly, and he unfolded the blanket he'd been given to sling it over his shoulders for warmth, but he thought they were already risking drawing attention to Chris's building enough as it was with the frequency of their visits and the amount of people that knew about it. He didn't want to draw attention to his exact apartment, too.
"Don't mention it," he said in reply, sorting through all the supplies Chris had brought out. He looked over his back once the shirt was off, focusing on the here and now. "It doesn't look too bad. You've got a lot of bruising and a few cuts and scrapes, but nothing extremely horrible looking."
He grabbed the cloth, bowl, and water to wipe up some of the stray blood, which there wasn't too much of, and clean the rest of the wounds. He tried to be as gentle as possible, but he was sure it was sore and had to sting a little.
"Are you okay?" he asked. "That was... pretty bad back there. It wasn't quite like my first few battles but... probably the worst I've been in since then," he admitted, trying not to sound as if it bothered him too much. "I mean, with people going missing and everything."
He didn't think he could say 'dying.' He could never quite process that part. He didn't want to. It was just too much.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 6:59 pm
"Yeah, I'm fine," he said, shivering again a little. He'd filled the water bottle up with warm water, but it was still cold when the air hit his back. "I should just leave blankets up here... I think I said that the last time we were all together," he said with a light, little laugh.
He liked when things were simple and there wasn't a lot to worry about. Last time everyone who called themselves 'Jovians' got together, they'd had a horrible situation on their hands. People were going missing and there was a new group of Chaos aligned people out there, ready to take whoever they could into their fold. He hadn't heard anything new about them, recently, but he expected they were still out there.
He was silent for a few more moments, though, not really sure what to say about the battle. He hadn't been in one as... violent as that one had been, before. It was shocking, to see people really getting hurt and... finding out later that people had died. He didn't see it happen, but they had the body to worry about, after the fact.
"Are you okay?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder and wincing lightly when he turned into Ganymede's touch. He was being a baby, and he knew it. He just had some cuts and bruises. It was nothing to cry about. he was still in one piece, at least. "You looked like you were having a difficult time, near the end... Is everything okay...?" Maybe he was asking too personal of questions, but he wanted Ganymede to know that he was there to talk to if he needed it.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 8:24 pm
Was he okay? Clearly he wasn't, not when one compared him to, say, a normal person with normal problems. If someone was supposed to get a clear idea of his mindset they'd have to compare him to other people like him, and even then he supposed the answer was no, he wasn't okay. he was falling right back into the fear and disappointment from before, like a vicious cycle with no end, continuously disenchanted with what he'd become and what he was being expected to do.
"I don't know," he said, which was as honest as he thought he could be at the moment. "Sometimes I am, and other times I'm not. Right now I'm probably not, but what are we supposed to do about it? It's not like anything that's bothering me is ever going to change. People are always going to get hurt. People are always going to die. It's just... unavoidable."
He thought that made things worse. Death was horrible in and of itself, no matter when or where or why it happened, but when it became unavoidable, when it became so common place, another tally to add on to a total that was already so high, it became something so much worse.
"It's just frustrating," he said, cleansing the rest of Chris's back before setting the cloth aside and patting him dry, then spreading ointment on in the hopes that none of the wounds would become infected. "We try and we try, and nothing seems to work, and it should be better now because we're together, the Jovians are together, but it isn't better because we can't do anything. Somehow we're always two steps behind, you know? There's those Dark Mirror people Kallichore told us about and senshi are being led onto the wrong path, and now there's youma up in space attacking and killing civilians who shouldn't even be there in the first place. I mean, is any place safe anymore?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 8:56 pm
Chris frowned to himself, although he turned to look forward as Ganymede worked on fixing up his back. The room itself helped to heal a lot of his injuries, but there was still some of it that needed extra attention.
"It is frustrating..." he admitted, looking down at the blanket, his arms crossed against the cold underneath. "I hate how we try and nothing ******** changes. I've seen it before, how disorganized the senshi are. The knights, too, since they're all broken up and working on their own. The Negaverse knows what they're doing. The DMC must know what they're doing, otherwise why would they be a threat? But the senshi...? I know that there have been small groups in the past, but no one really sticks together."
He paused, glancing over his shoulder again. "I think that, if we have any chance in this, it'll be to stay together as a group, work together as much as we can..." And they needed to form alliances, too. There had to be something they could do in order to gain some control and organization and protect people as best they can. They couldn't just allow the Negaverse and DMC to take over as easily as they seemed to be.
"I honestly don't know where a safe place is, anymore. I thought it would be space, but... even there, we have enemies. I mean... Where is the Negaverse staying? I've been in their subspace for a fraction of a second, but they can't really be living in another dimension, can they? Zirconia only said she and the Parallels were from another dimension..." he rambled, trying not to get upset as he realized just how much everything sucked.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 9:33 pm
"I don't know. I've never really thought about that," he admitted. He tried not to think about the Negaverse any more than he had to. He didn't even know what to think of them, except that they were blind and deluded and didn't know s**t about what certain senshi stood for, or at least what he stood for. He thought they liked to lump people together like they were all the same, but that was no way to think of people, whether they were friends or enemies.
"I guess I just wish someone would step up," he said, setting the ointment aside once he was done with it and moving on to the bandages. "I hear all these things about a moon queen and a moon princess, and so-and-so's supposed to do this, and so-and-so's supposed to do that, but when it comes down to it there's nothing. If there are people out there who can make a difference, where the ******** are they? What the hell are they doing?"
He'd been doing this for seven months, almost eight now, and nothing seemed to be getting better, except that the Jovians were together, and trying to stay together, but their efforts were only in their newborn stages. Everything else was either the same or worse. Mostly worse, it seemed. Never better.
"It's so... demoralizing to see all this happening and hearing about these rumored people who supposedly have the ability to do something and then... nothing. How much longer do we have to go through this? How much more can we take?"
He set the bandaged down once he'd seen to the worst of Chris's wounds. They should heal well enough on their own from here on out, and the bruising would fade eventually. Tenderly, he ran his fingers over the discolored skin, before slipping his hands over Chris's shoulders and looping his arms around his neck from behind, shifting closer to gently lean against him and rest a cheek against his shoulder.
"If there was something I could do to end everything, not just for us but for everyone, I would do it in a heartbeat, but I can't," he said. He closed his eyes when he felt the first frustrating sting p***k their corners. "I barely know what I'm doing half the time as it is, and even if I did I'm too scared and selfish and ignorant to make a difference. I just want this to be over. I'm so tired all the time... I'm working my a** off, and for what?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 2:50 pm
Chris shook his head as he stared down at his knees, his legs crossed as he let Ganymede patch him up. "I don't know... I think I saw Princess Chronos, but she was being protected," he said, thinking back on the battle they'd just left. "Captain Virgo did her best to protect people, though... I think that at least warrants some praise." He would like to thank her later, knowing how much she did to try and protect them with her magic. The others, though... the other princess or moon queen or whatever... he didn't know where they were, or what they were doing or if they were even as great as everyone claimed they were.
He tensed up when he felt arms reach around his shoulders and neck, not knowing what Ganymede was doing and a little uncomfortable by the sudden hug (if that's what it was), but after a few moments he was able to relax more and just let his friend take comfort however he knew how. Some people took comfort in physical touches and some didn't. Paris did, though... when they were still together, and when Chris thought he was a girl, Paris would like to sit next to him and hold his hand. And even though a spark of anger and wave of remorse threatened to take over his thoughts, he wouldn't allow it.
It wasn't all about himself, and right now he was there for Ganymede. A friend and teammate he trusted.
"Silly... I can't move my arms now," he half joked, his voice still quiet as he shuffled the blanket. He reached out with one hand and gently placed it on the senshi's head, as if hoping to give him a comforting pat but letting his hand remain there as he rested against his shoulder. "You are doing something important, you know," he tried to reason, not liking how depressed Ganymede sounded. "I know you'd do whatever you could in a heartbeat, but for now I think it's important that we pool our resources... Everyone is so separated at this point... if we can only band together and show the others that we're not going to back down, or go quietly, or whatever... I... I just think we should keep trying."
It probably wasn't what Ganymede wanted to hear, but he didn't know what else to tell him than to keep fighting. They couldn't afford to give up now. That would just let chaos win, and then what?
"I believe... if we keep trying, we'll be able to really accomplish something."
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 3:32 pm
It wasn't what he wanted to hear, but then what he really wished he could hear was impossible, so he supposed what he got was the best Chris could give him. He wanted a conclusive end. He wanted a solution good enough to bring all these problems to a close. He'd grown so tired, he'd struggled so much, and he was becoming so impatient for something to change for the better. He hated waiting for something that would probably never be. He hated lacking control, hated relying on other people who seemed either disinterested and incapable.
"I know there are people who are trying," he conceded. He didn't want to seem unappreciative, and he knew sometimes he didn't live up to the expectations he was growing to hold for others, but then he didn't think he could. "I never said there weren't. Obviously there are, otherwise we'd all be dead by now. I just don't think certain people, the ones who're supposedly capable of making a difference, are trying hard enough, and the rest of us just... scrape by the best we can. We get lucky..."
He kept his head along Chris's shoulder. Under normal circumstance, he wouldn't have let himself get so close -- not like this. Sometimes he would hold Val's hand and stand relatively close to him when things got tough, but usually he tried to limit the physical contact as much as possible, especially now that he and Chris were no longer dating as civilians. He didn't want to get his hopes up too high. He didn't want to get too comfortable with how things were between them in their powered forms that he forgot about the hurt he'd caused before.
Now, though, he didn't think he could last the night without something, without being that close to someone he cared about, listening to his breathing, feeling he beat of his heart, proof that they were both still alive, that they were making it somehow, despite all the dangers they faced and the troubles that threatened to pull them down into the depths of despair.
"I don't know what I believe anymore," he confessed, tightening his hold a little bit. It was warmer this way, too, with the blanket draped over his back and the other blanket at Chris's front, surrounding them as they sat together, pressed chest to back and back to chest. "I don't know if I've ever known. Some people... some people say there's a reason for everything. If there is, I don't know what the reason for this is. It doesn't seem to make any sense."
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 5:02 pm
He tensed again for a moment as Ganymede hugged him tighter, not really sure what to think of the closeness. He thought of Ganymede as his friend, and while he didn't mind him being clingy, he'd never hugged him before. Then again, it wasn't like there was anything wrong with it, just a means of comfort.
"I don't know if things happen for a reason," Chris admitted, wishing that things were easier to understand, and then maybe accept. "I like to think that things happen for a reason, that there are opportunities that come about and somehow connect everyone's lives together. But at the same time... I don't like the idea of predetermined fate. I don't like thinking that ultimately we don't have a choice," he said, not really sure that he was making any sense. It was bad enough that he was nearly rambling to himself, but what Ganymede must be hearing, well... he didn't envy him.
Chris sighed, shifting back against the warmth, wishing that Ganymede would decide that being out in the cold was stupid and to just go down to his apartment. They could talk all they wanted there and not be in the cold... He didn't care if it attracted others to his place. He could defend himself.
"It's funny," he said, before pausing and correcting himself. "Well, not funny... but I'd had a conversation with Babylon a few weeks ago about stuff like this. What we believed... If we believed in God or what...? I guess that... with all this s**t going on, it's going to be something brought into question." He didn't mind talking about it. He knew that he could be pretty stubborn about his beliefs and didn't usually get into things like religion and politics with others, but if it helped then he didn't mind.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 5:39 pm
Ganymede lifted his head up so that his cheek was off of Chris's shoulder, but he didn't go far at all and put his chin there in its place, wishing he could see his face but too content with their current position to move too much. He made himself more comfortable, removing his arms from around him just long enough to release his neck and slip them under Chris's arms and around his torso instead.
"I'm not sure if I believe in God," he admitted. He didn't know why he felt guilty for doing so, except that he knew Chris was Catholic and didn't want to besmirch his beliefs, even if he didn't think he really agreed with them. "I mean, I guess I sort of do, in a way. I believe that there's something greater out there, and I call it God for lack of a better word, but I don't necessarily think of it as a person or a creator. It just... is... and some people are meant to understand it and other people aren't, and those who do find that understanding in different ways."
He'd never really talked about this before, not with anyone. He hadn't really considered it anything that was all that important to him. He still didn't. He wasn't going to base his life around a concept he either did or didn't believe in, but at the same time wading through it helped to solidify things more in his head, allowed him to make sense of it all as best he could, whether or not it had anything to do with the situation they were currently facing.
"When people used to ask me what I believe in, you know, if I fell into any sort of denomination, I'd tell them I'm Wiccan," he said, laughing lightly. "I think I did it for the shock factor, to see the look on their face or just to get them to shut up about it. I mean, I dabbled in it a little, and Paganism is so broad and varied anyway that it was easy to find things that I agreed with in it, but I don't think I was ever very serious about it. I never believed in real magic until all this stuff happened. Although, that's not really a qualification. I mean, some of them don't believe in magic, but... there were some things that I liked about it..."
He paused to nuzzle his face against the side of Chris's neck, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly through his nose against the warmth of his skin. "I don't think of myself as religious. Spiritual, maybe. Or soulful. I like things with soul in them. Like... like music. You can listen to a song and hear the soul in it. Or art, or poetry, or dance. There's soul in dance. You can see it, feel it, hear it. You know, and that's everywhere, it's in everyone. Everything has it. It's up to you whether you choose to see it or not."
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 6:04 pm
Chris reminded himself that it was just Ganymede when he felt arms wrap around him, although he wiggled around a little as he tried to make himself comfortable. It wasn't every day that someone was so clingy with him and he wasn't really sure what to think about it. It wasn't like Ganymede was doing anything to hurt him, and eventually Chris lifted a hand to place over the senshi's arm, not wanting him to think that he wasn't welcome to use him as support. That was what he was there for, after all. Chris wanted to be the support to whoever would let him.
"I believe in God," he said, not bothering to hesitate. Sure, stuff sucked, but in the end he always turned back to it. Yeah, he knew that not everyone believed, and that was okay. It wasn't his place to judge. Besides... he was a firm believer in the mistakes of man. Who's to say who is right and who is wrong?
He smiled lightly at the comment of Ganymede being Wiccan, not that he found it amusing, but because he should have known that he'd want to break out of the normalcy of the world, or at least their society. "I'm Catholic..." he continued, shrugging lightly. "I like the consistency, really. I like that I can go to anywhere in the world and the same service is being held, the same readings are being done, more or less... I like the atmosphere..." he said, because shifting a little as he mumbled guiltily, "And I like the architecture of the churches and cathedrals... I think being in so many is what made me want to be an architect." It was probably a lame reason for a life goal, but he tried not to care what others thought of him.
"But I know what you mean, about seeing soul in everything..." he said, running his fingers absently along Ganymede's arm. "To me... I guess soul is God manifested in everyone. When someone does something good, or finds a way to express themselves, or shows that they care about themselves... that's when I have a little more hope in the world. I'm not saying that I'm right and you're wrong. That's just... how I see things. Like, all this s**t that's happening... I wish it didn't because people are getting hurt, and are scared and don't know what to do... but then people step up and defend each other and fight along side people they might not always agree with and... that's when I realize there's more than just... this... Or at least I hope so."
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 6:35 pm
"I guess I can sort of see what you're saying," he replied, doing his best to listen and try to understand the way Chris thought of things. It wasn't too difficult, seeing as his mother tried taking him to mass every once in a while, usually on special holidays like Christmas or Mother's Day, so he knew the basics and he understood the structure of it, he just didn't quite see things that way. He thought there were too many rules. It was too definite and unrelenting.
"But I don't think soul is just in people," he carried on. "I mean, yeah, in the end I think it's what makes people who they are, but it's more than that, too. It's what makes everything what it is. It's not just this little ball of innocence and purity that people carry around in their hearts that needs to be protected from evil and darkness. Not like our starseeds. Instead, I think it's everywhere. It flows through everything. It's in nature, in the wind, in the trees, in the dirt, in the water. You can hear it in the rustling of the leaves or the crashing of a wave. Sometimes if you just lie down and stare up or close your eyes and listen, you can hear it. It's in animals. You see it when your dog rushes to greet you when you come inside, or when your cat jumps up and curls up in your lap and starts to purr."
He paused to laugh again. In certain ways he supposed what he was saying was rather far-fetched, but then what belief didn't have its far-fetched ideas? Wasn't that part of what belief was? Not blind faith, but acceptance?
"It's in sex. It's in love. It's in hatred, too. You see it in someone's smile, or in a baby's first steps, or in someone's tears, or you feel it in their arms around you. It's in buildings. It's in statues. It's in the stars. It's on Earth. It's on Ganymede. It's here and there and everywhere."
He wasn't even sure what had brought up this conversation anymore, but in some ways he thought it was a better discussion than trying to come up with a solution for a problem that seemed to have no end.
"To me, you worship by living. You don't have to go to church, you don't have to pray, though I think there's soul in prayer, too, sometimes, but you do have to do the best you can to live life to the fullest, in whatever way that means to you. Like with me, if I can't enjoy myself and be who I want to be, that's not living."
He wanted to say "If I can't dance, that's not living," but he thought that would be giving a little too much away. He'd already made a big enough deal about soul being in dance without giving Chris even more suspicions on top of that. He was having a hard enough time separating himself as Paris and himself as Ganymede at the moment. Perhaps being close like this really wasn't such a good idea after all.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 8:11 pm
"No, I don't think that, either..." he said, wanting to let Ganymede know that he agreed with him, to a surprising degree even. "I see it everywhere to. I see the work that goes into designing and constructing buildings, or the passion that goes into things like writing and art... And of course I see it in animals. I wouldn't work with them so much if I thought there was no point." It was true, though. Animals had souls, too. And officially in the Catholic faith, but he wasn't going to get into that.
He let out a breath as he listened to Ganymede, not knowing what else to say. He smiled lightly, though. "For someone who doesn't know what they believe, I think you have a pretty good idea..." he pointed out, turning his head just enough to glance at the senshi leaning on his shoulder.
"I miss seeing you happy," he said suddenly, or maybe not suddenly at all, since it had been a while since he'd seen Ganymede truly happy. "You used to break out into song when you were happy. You don't do that any more... I miss it, and I wish there was something I could do to make things better..." he mumbled, not really knowing what he was offering, but a little desperate at this point.
"Even if you... wanted to befriend me and not let me know it's really you... I'd be friends with you... I mean, I try not to ignore anyone talking to me... and I don't want to give you ideas on how to approach me since I know you don't want me to know but... if you're lonely, I mean. And need a friend..." he rambled, before pausing, realizing he knew why Ganymede hadn't let him know who he was -- he'd told him before, even. "Oh... sorry... you don't want to combine your lives... Sorry..." He just... wanted to see him happy again.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 8:27 pm
"For someone who's so cynical about things, I'm surprisingly positive in certain respects," Ganymede added with a smile. "I'm just full of contradictions. I've given up trying to understand myself."
He barely knew where any of that had come from, whether or not it was true. He imagined if he had heard anyone else say things like that, he'd have scoffed and brushed it off as nothing and perhaps even gone on to discuss the meaninglessness of it all, little knowing that deep down inside he felt the same way. It comforted him slightly to know that Chris both accepted what he had to say and shared some of his thoughts, but it also made him feel slightly lost.
When they sat like this, talked like this, leaned close like this, he thought more and more about how perfectly they fit together, how good they'd been together at the height of their relationship, and how he wished he could have that with him again.
"You never know, maybe we've met already," he said, pressing a quick kiss against the side of Chris's neck, hoping it was innocent enough. "Only I'd know, and you're right, I would like to keep things separate, at least for a while longer, so I'm not going to tell you if we have or haven't," he lightly teased, squeezing him tightly again to make up for it. "Maybe one day. It's getting pretty difficult, keeping the two sides of my life apart. I've already had to reveal myself once to save someone."
He wasn't going to tell Chris that that someone had been his little brother. He trusted Peter enough to keep his secret, but he didn't want Chris to go bothering the kid about it either way.
"And if it really makes you feel better, I'll break into song more often," he added with a soft laugh, leaning over his shoulder to place another innocent kiss on his cheek. "'Hey, there, Valhalla, what's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away but, boy, tonight you look so pretty, yes, you do~ Times Square can't shine as bright as you~ I swear it's true~...' Is that better?"
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