Really really. I mean my power, flying, it's not really that villainy. But he could steal other people's powers, and the more he took--well, the more of an asshole he became--not that he wasn't already an asshole. Had a grand vision of building an army of people with abilities and selling them to the government, but it was going to rip the whole world in half.
[ He closes his hands gently around the bottom of the chair, and a moment later it lifts off with him still on top of it, raising about a foot off the ground. ]
[ He puts the chair back down on the ground, and smiles kindly at her. ] No, unlike my brother I was born without them. My parents gave them to me.
My brother was born with them, my parents, my daughter, but not me. Claire's invulnerable, my brother Pete, he does much cooler things. Electricity from his fingers, mindreading, invisibility.
I don't really use it. Not much. It crippled my wife, almost killed her--my power, I mean. I flew out of our car.
[ But that's very grim. ]
Science stuff. Genetics. Then they split the formula up to make sure it couldn't be used again. It had the potential to change the world...or destroy it.
It's fine. [ His smile warms, and he turns the full heat of it down on her. ] I wouldn't talk about any of it if I wasn't comfortable doing so. It's in the past.
Your Doctor, I had the opportunity to talk to him a few times, while he was here. You knew he was here, right?
[She nods knowingly. Some things are just like that. In the past and their barbs don't hurt anymore. While others still do, but you don't talk about those unless you have to.]
I knew he was here, yeah. Though it goes back the "you wish your friends were but also that they weren't".
[She shrugs as best a girl can with a little puppy in her arms.]
[Clara shuddered and held the puppy closer to her chest like a little security doll. His statement, or it seems like it was, makes bile rise in her throat.]]
[ He rose to his feet, squeezing her shoulder as he moved around her. ]
She's asleep. The puppy. The sound of your heart. I reckon she'd stay put there for as long as you wanted. But I tell you what. You pop her down, I'll show you where you can sleep and make you up some lemon tea. How about it?
[Clara looks down at the little thing and smiles fondly. It really is the most precious sight. Very gently, as though the puppy were made out of glass, she puts her down next to her siblings and mother. Then she stands, a little shakily, and looks over at Nathan and nods with a little sniffle. Her allergies are finally kicking in.]
Sounds brilliant. Though I'll definitely need those tissues I was promised.
[She mumbles before grabbing a tissue and sneezing into it as she follows Nathan. She's not sure if it's just from finally being able to sit and relax and it's all in her head or if she really is feeling better, but she manages to keep mostly upright as she follows him, only having to grab him for support a few times.]
[ He's there to catch her when she needs to be caught, a source of steadiness, and even considers flying her up to the balcony briefly before deciding against it. They reach it, though, and he guides her into one of the small bedrooms, which is just a normal room with a door carved through from Comms (ergo no actual door, more an archway with a blanket hung over the open space). ]
Here. There's a bin there, if you need it. I'll fetch you the tea.
[And Clara appreciates it even if she feels extremely embarrassed about it. Thankfully, he doesn't mention it and she doesn't get sick anywhere. She looks around the room from behind when she enters. It's cozy enough for her and she's extremely thankful for the bin.
She sneezes again and sits down on the bed with her tissues and adjusts the bin so it's closer to the edge of the bed.]
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