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[Chris blinks a moment to put that into place and then gives a look of annoyance.]

First off, I said it's a separate spell from my normal healing, nothing old's getting fixed unless your brain's got you wrapped in a headache. Second, I don't have that spell ready anyway, I've only got so many I can prepare in a day and 'reattach limbs or whathave you' spell isn't usually high on my priorities.

[Chris' hands take up their lavender glow as he focuses on a higher output of energy for the healing and places his hand on the other man's chest to start the process.]

Third of all, what happened to your brain? If you say Sinister again, I swear to fuck...

My brain's been wrapped in a headache since I was... nine. Except when my powers are turned off.

[ He seems confused Chris doesn't know that, but at least it doesn't come with some sort of discomfort. Mostly because he heard all the rest of that and is trying to figure it out. Magic's weird. He does not get it, but.]

I jumped out of a plane when I was a kid. Two people, one parachute. I spent a year in a coma. Sinister spent most of my childhood trying to fix it. I think.

[Scott's confused look is met with one of Chris' even as he concentrates on sealing the broken and fractured bones back into place. Ribs, collarbone, lacerations close to pink lines, bruises age a few days in a few seconds, and tense muscles find heated coaxing to release.]

Well, I can give that a temporary relief, at least...plane you mean aeroplane? and what's a parachute?

You can also let me keep my headache and deal with things that impede my functioning and don't weird me out. A parachute is -- fabric to slow your fall down, a lot. Like a fabric... wing, that's -

[ You know what? He's just going to grab a paper towel and some tape and start making one for a plastic knife. Demonstrations, right? Actually distractions. The feel of healing makes him a little... panicky for no good reason except it feels a little... invasive.]

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Fine. [He doesn't get it, but he's not going to heal something not wanted. Chris makes an annoyed sound and follows Scott when he moves.]

I have to keep touching you, asshole.

[He's still watching what Scott's doing with some interest, however, even as the healing sets and Chris pulls away again.]

While you're doing that: why do you want to keep the headaches? You just don't take anything when they get bad?

[ Scott stops moving on 'asshole' and not in a sullen way, but rather a 'oh, okay' way. Like it's a reminder that Chris is... safe and his friend.

Keep touching him, then. ]

If it gets bad I take something. Most of the time it's not that bad. No headache means my powers aren't working and I... don't like that feeling. Even if it's false. It's unsettling. [ FEels vulnerable. ]

[It's only a moment later Chris pulls away, the healing as finished as he'd promised, still some aches left but those would heal with time.]

That's...fair. I'll not chase after you to do more, I just rather understand the why. Kinda like...ah...why you jumped out of an aeroplane without one of those things? Was it crashing or corrupted or something? Would staying in it not have been a better option?

Also- [His voice raises slightly with his indignation.] Who to fuck saves themselves over a child? They couldn't take you with them? Were they trying to kill you?

[ He holds a hand up to kind of... pause Chris so he can explain. Also grimaces a little as he realizes that, yeah, he'd implied that. ]

The plane was being forced out of the sky. Sending us out was their attempt to save us, and it worked. We thought they were dead for a long time. They were kidnapped instead, and my mom eventually was killed, but none of us knew what the... goals were, at the time.

[Chris huffs, brow raising as he regards Scott.]

Still sounds like a shite thing to put a child through when it could have been avoided, but you're quick to rationalize or set aside things that happen to you.

[He doesn't need telepathy for that.]

[ He holds both his hands up. ]

Getting us out of the plane was the right thing to do. The alternative would have been worse, but if you want me to stop rationalizing my father coming back and not contacting me because of his guilt, and leaving me to be raised by a lunatic pisses me off?

[Chris' expression remains dark, but he moves past Scott at least to go settle on his couch instead. Glasses fixed. Friend fixed. Now he needed to work on his irritation on Scott's behalf, especially when there wasn't a lot of use in it.]

Well, there's that, at least. Reasonable anger and response.

[ Scott goes and sprawls gracelessly down beside Chris. ]

He's an idiot. He's not actually a bad guy, just seems to have some issues thinking everyone si better off without him. Reminds me of some other people I know.

[Chris scoffs and curls in his corner to get comfortable.]

Oh I know several like that. Seems to be an alarmingly common trait.
Honestly surprised you'd not more fucked up about it, a lot of my people back home have parent issues. I guess on some level I do too, I just don't take mine personally.

[ Scott shrugs and relaxes into a looser sprawl, in his own space but comfortably close to Chris. ]

I was fucked up enough that I decided not to have my own kids. I have bigger things to be more fucked up about, more generally.

What do you mean you don't take your parent issues personally?

[Chris looks over, brow raised, thinking of what Scott had said of his kid before remembering it wasn't the home-grown kind.]

You should. People aren't always the worst of their parents, you might surprise yourself. [He waves his hand vaguely in Scott's direction.]

Don't take this example with the one here to heart, that's a....weird example, Duplicity's no place to test a father's mettle.

And I just mean everyone else in my life knew my parents or knew the name 'Sonom' and it meant something to most, good or ill, but it never meant much to me. I was four whe my parents died, I don't know them. I don't really care that they were killed aside from what I was told it ought to mean.

[ Scott just basically dismisses the whole thing about him as a father. It's complicated, it's not all about him and he lacks the energy to get all of that into words. He'd probably choke and they'd be back to stream of consciousness blurting and exhausting himself with frustration-

and he lacks the desire to go there for a hypothetical ]

That makes sense. It isn't as though they were there to mean anything to you, or you remember who they were to miss, and the name sounds more like a burden than anything else.

[He doesn't chase after the topic, at least, just reaches out to whatever part of Scott is closest to brush his fingers along idly.]

I'm nobility and a king in my world. My name is a title as much as any actual one.

[And he was amassing a few at this point.]

So, yeah...but I've never had much say in it, it just is. Except here.

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[ Scott makes a low noise in his throat and his next question might seem like a change of topic - or a statement more than question - but it's neither.

Honest. ]

You're getting more physically affectionate.

[ The fingers on his jeans, he means. It feels new. Or is he just noticing?]

[Chris shrugs and glances down to his hand. It is new...he just hadn't expected it to be noticed either.]

I'm more comfortable with you.Simple as that.

[Not exactly a simple thing, but still. Truthful. More comfort, trust, and care came with more physical affection when Chris can spare it.]

[ Scott smiles, but doesn't make a huge thing of it. Just says, with a lot of warmth and sincerity and notable absence of smart assery. ]

I'm Glad.

[ Because he's more comfortable with Chris, too and... just likes him. It's good. That's all.]

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