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Atton is outside, training.

He has a dozen or so floating targets, like dartboards, zipping around him very quickly and firing stun bolts down at him from tiny holes at the sides. It's very obvious that he cobbled them together from various machines.

He's blindfolded, and he's alternating between throwing knives at them with one hand and shooting them with another, while dodging the stun bolts. Judging by the bright, chirpy green flashes and the heavy blaster scoring and multiple knife marks on and immediately around the bullseye, he's doing quite well.

He may be grinning from ear to ear, because it's reassuring to know that he's not helpless without the Force.

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Atton looks like he's been slapped.

"Gavin, I don't know what you want from me." Atton protests, weakly. "I don't know what's brought this on, I don't know what I've done wrong. We have Milliways, right? 'S our home, even if we go to our own worlds t'work and stuff."

Gavin doesn't look much better himself right now.

"Then why meet my parents? Why should I even bother telling them about you if they never will meet you?"

Because he's finally figured out the truth. It's not that he is ashamed of anything. It's that he doesn't want to give them yet another uncertainty in their lives.

"Gavin, I care about you, not whether I meet your parents or even whether you tell them about me." Atton says. "We have a future here, what's to stop us from going to each other's worlds to see each other's families?"

Gavin's taken a keen interest in his feet. Quietly, "I just sort of want a future back home as well."

"I can't abandon my brother again, Gavin. I just can't. I'd have to if I went to your time - Do I really have to choose between you?"

Family is family. And the most important thing in the galaxy if you as Gavin.

"No."

Atton tilts his head to one side, watching Gavin worriedly.

He shrugs. "I'm just being selfish. Sorry."

"'S not selfish." Atton mumbles. "I'm just ... not good enough. I can't give you what you need." The last bit comes out as a growl, mostly directed at himself.

Somewhere nearby, the wind picks up rather abruptly.

Another shrug. "I want you to be good enough though."

"But I'm still not."

"Then what?"

"If you ... if you want to leave me, then 's not exactly anything I can do. I just want you t'be happy."

"You make me happy," he whispers. "I don't know, Atton. What to do."

"Neither do I."

He sighs. "Well then."

But that's all he really knows to say.

Atton's silent for quite a while.
"Gav? I promise I'll find a way to make this work. Not right now, and not necessarily soon, but if y'don't want t'leave me, I'll make sure we can have a future together somewhere down the line."

At that, Gavin finally looks upward. He looks mildly surprised at the comment. Given all that recklessness of Atton's, it's definitely some promise.

"Really?"

"Of course really. D'you want it in writing? I can do it in writing." Nervous grin.

He laughs. It sounds like a nervous laugh at first but quickly turns genuine. "Writing's just kriffing ridiculous, Atton."

Atton pouts.
"All that time learning to read and write gone to waste." He moves to put an arm around Gavin's shoulders, pulling him close. "Y'want t'get something to eat? Or we could skip the whole dinner part and just head straight upstairs." Atton winks.

Gavin laughs again. "Dinner first, Atton. I'm starving."

It's all this cold.

"'S on me, then." Atton laughs, leaning around to kiss Gavin.

Gavin kisses him back happily.

This is good. In fact, it's much better than he expected. The promise of a future sounds absolutely wonderful.

It takes Atton a while to break the kiss, but eventually he does, steering Gavin into the Bar.
"What d'you want t'eat, then?"

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