[ A small nod; yeah, it's definitely the boy part of the assigned nickname more than anything else, even more than the fact that it was assigned. ]
It's just so... juvenile? I'm older now than I was when I picked "Invincible" and everything...
[ But he's smiling back at her, so it's all good. Better than good, because he thinks people have gotten it straight as to who he is... Or at least the news has. He thinks. Either way. Either way, because just flying alongside her and holding her hand is nice, to the point that it doesn't matter what he's called — he's just Mark, and he's with Eve, and life really can't get much better than that.
Maybe this is one of the reasons his sense of direction is so bad, because she lights up and she's just the most beautiful person in the world for it. Sure, there are clouds, or the pristine blue of the sky, or seeing the world's natural beauty or evidence of all that humanity can build underneath them, but it all pales in comparison. How is he supposed to pay attention to directions when he's got her right here with him?
It's just. So nice to see her happy, and whole. So nice to hear her laugh. So nice to just be, and despite everything, it's not lost on him how lucky he is.
He offers up a small laugh, almost sheepish in return. ]
Some things definitely haven't changed. [ But it's okay. It's okay, to just talk about it right now like it's nothing. They're in a nice moment, a lull, the storms passed and a calmer aftermath left behind. The wakes of them may still be visible, fresh scars born on the earth, but it's... They're okay, and that has to be enough for now.
He gives her hand a little squeeze. ] It's a little nuts to think about how quickly flying became as natural as walking, though. It's only been like three years for me... How long has it been for you? Please. I want to hear everything.
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It's just so... juvenile? I'm older now than I was when I picked "Invincible" and everything...
[ But he's smiling back at her, so it's all good. Better than good, because he thinks people have gotten it straight as to who he is... Or at least the news has. He thinks. Either way. Either way, because just flying alongside her and holding her hand is nice, to the point that it doesn't matter what he's called — he's just Mark, and he's with Eve, and life really can't get much better than that.
Maybe this is one of the reasons his sense of direction is so bad, because she lights up and she's just the most beautiful person in the world for it. Sure, there are clouds, or the pristine blue of the sky, or seeing the world's natural beauty or evidence of all that humanity can build underneath them, but it all pales in comparison. How is he supposed to pay attention to directions when he's got her right here with him?
It's just. So nice to see her happy, and whole. So nice to hear her laugh. So nice to just be, and despite everything, it's not lost on him how lucky he is.
He offers up a small laugh, almost sheepish in return. ]
Some things definitely haven't changed. [ But it's okay. It's okay, to just talk about it right now like it's nothing. They're in a nice moment, a lull, the storms passed and a calmer aftermath left behind. The wakes of them may still be visible, fresh scars born on the earth, but it's... They're okay, and that has to be enough for now.
He gives her hand a little squeeze. ] It's a little nuts to think about how quickly flying became as natural as walking, though. It's only been like three years for me... How long has it been for you? Please. I want to hear everything.