The Park, Friday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

The medic had freed Atton from his kolto bath again on Thursday morning. Another full day of observation, and he was good to go, with a bunch of patches in his pocket and an abdomen that still hurt if he bent the wrong way.

And then Mical had put him on the Ebon Hawk and sent him back to Fandom. (The Hawk was to make a point: stay there, don't come back. Otherwise Mical would've just kicked him through a portal.)

He wasn't planning to stay there. Not for long. Not with Mira out there, dealing with this problem that Atton was beginning to suspect was bigger than they'd anticipated.

He didn't bother to go back to the apartment - he didn't want to run the risk of running into Sparkle just yet - but stumbled down the stairs and walked down to the park.

That alone was probably more exercise than he should've given himself. He winced at the sound of his own breath as he sank down on a bench.

Space.

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[1000yearstoolate]

Now Seivarden laughed, shaking her head. "I should have remembered talking to you is a waste of time."

She walked past Atton, the laugh turning into a smirk.

[suitably_heroic]

"I get the impression you think talking to everyone is a waste of time," Atton said. "Bet you have a ton of friends."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Does all of yours actually care what you say?" Seivarden replied over her shoulder.

She kept walking, faster now, just wanting to get away.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton tilted his head like he was thinking about it, then shrugged. "Yeah."