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Two weeks ago, Enzo's newly-established True Love returned to her own world to begin a new life with her genetic family. Enzo felt a little ambivalent about it, for the usual selfish reasons, but mostly happy for her and content to reflect on their love until he saw her again.

That was two weeks ago.

Two weeks of wanting to talk to her and having to remind himself that she's not here. Two weeks of wondering how she's settling in, how she's getting along with her new family, whether she's doing any heroing, whether the media are harassing her too badly, whether it's even been two weeks for her.

Two weeks of trying to concentrate on studying because he's got his fragging exams coming up.

Green pre-teen sitting at a table, staring blankly at a ReadMe file, and periodically smacking his forehead with his hand, the file, or occasionally the table.

Love bytes.

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"She's amazing."

<3 <3 <3

...

Sigh. :-(

Poor Enzo. :-(

Gwen pats him softly on the shoulder. "Well, if you ever need anyone to talk to, love, I'm around. It won't be so bad though, you just gotta get used to it."

"It's taking me long enough."

He must be somehow deficient.

Gwen sighs.

"I won't lie, it's goin' to be hard," she said kindly. "I know what it's like to be far away from someone you love."

Not literally, maybe, but she certainly feels miles away from Rhys most of the time.

He drops his head back onto the table.

"It doesn't get easier," he mutters. "It started out okay, and it got worse."

"It doesn't get any easier," Gwen agrees. "But you learn to adjust after a while, I think. And then things eventually work out."

Or they don't and you fall in love with someone else. But Gwen decides to keep that to herself.

"I don't want to adjust," Enzo snarls at the table. "I don't want to have to adjust, I want her to come back! Why can't things work out that way?"

Gwen sighs. "I don't know, love. If I've learnt anything in the last few months, it's that nothing is ever easy."

He makes a grumbly noise which might be displeased agreement.

Gwen tries to smile. "Well, let's talk about something a bit more cheerful then?" she offers.

Muffled by the table: "Like what?"

Gwen muffles a giggle at poor Enzo, and shrugs.

"Well, maths is out, I'll give you that one." She glances around. "Anything we can do 'round here that might get your mind off of it for a while?" She nods at his homework. "If you can get away from your revision a bit, that is."

His head rolls to the side as he considers.

"We could play jetball?" At least he doesn't specifically associate that with Dani.

Gwen nods. "That's sounds like a lovely distraction," she says. It's been ages since she's played any sport, and she's pretty interested in something she's never heard of. "You'll have to teach me, though," she adds.

"Sure." He gets up, returning his TXTbook to his belt. "You can rent your gear from Bar. I'll pay if you want. I've got my own."

Gwen waves him off. "Oh, no I've got it. Well, that is, if they take Earth tender. Or maybe I could put it on my tab." She grins. "So... what kind of gear are we talkin' about, exactly?"

"She takes everything," Enzo assures her. "Here..."

He double-clicks his icon, and his clothing changes, head to foot, into something more sporty, still blue but with gold accents and gold-toned equipment.

"See? You need a jetpack, a scoop and shooter, and glasses to protect your eyes. Not just from the ball hitting you—it's really bright."

Gwen crosses her arms and takes a good look at Enzo's garb. She sort of wonders what kind of charge Milliways is going to show up as if she needs to use a card for all that.

"Let's go, then!" she says with a smile. "It sounds fun." Then she pauses, and gives Enzo a careful look. "Um, there's no catch, though, right? It's not a fight to the death or anything, yeah?"

After all, it doesn't hurt to ask, considering.