[CONTINUATIONS]

[mind_over_metal]

[what it says on the tin]

Comments

[extremities]

My students are safe. You are safe. For that, I'm... [voice cracks slightly] grateful.

[mind_over_metal]

*can't entirely conceal his reaction (surprise? happiness? fear? love?) to hearing himself being included in that worry and gratitude, but mostly brushes it over*

Then hold onto that while you're here. And take of it what you can when you return, even if it's only a reason to continue fighting. Even that is no small thing.

[extremities]

I am. Believe me, you won't get anyone as clingy as me.

[mind_over_metal]

*laughs, then quiets, pausing for a moment before asking, gently and neutrally*

Would you rather that he not be there?

[extremities]

... He's my father too... Was, anyway.

[mind_over_metal]

*nods, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, then puts on a very earnest, serious expression*

If he misbehaves, he'll think that he's a thirteen-year old bobby-soxer for a week. But only after Jean has tossed him into orbit.

[extremities]

Thank you, sir.