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Fuck that breach. But there is something I want to discuss with you. This isn’t a “drop everything and get your ass here” sort of request, though. Do take your time.

I'm not busy. I'll meet you at yours.

... Is this a discussion we can have with milk tea?

[If he can't have alcohol anymore, he's fine replacing it with that.]

Can't make tea at mine, Lark. I don't have a kitchen. Inmate, remember? I might burn something.

I got you an electric kettle.

[Has he been planning how to get milk tea? Maybe.]

[Sigh.]

Let's go, then. Door's unlocked.

[Lark turns up five minutes later, kettle in one arm.]

Hey. What's up?

"Aren't you chipper?" he says with a roll of his eyes from where he's sitting on his couch with a book. "Go put the water on."

"I'm just glad to be back," he says, which is extremely true. It just doesn't touch on how much he hated being that man, aside from the bitterness in his tone.

He sets the water on and turns to face Pagan.

"Well, I learned that my redemption needs to be earned through the power of love," he tells him, inspecting his fingernails with a bit of a sigh. "So I'm certain you can appreciate the depth of my hatred at the moment."

"What makes you think that?" Lark frowns. Despite his own graduation ending with Alec being there, he knows very, very little of his progress had to do with Alec. Most of it has been done before they even met.

He looks up. "That was a joke," he tells him blandly. "Because of that fucking breach. I was a good boy, lured in by the evils of money and power. Come back to the small town where I was saved by love."

He groans. "Nonsense."

Lark scoffs. "Something had to be in the air there. Do you remember anything really bad happening? To anyone?"

"No," he laughs. "Not a damn thing during the week we were there. Well, Fitz said he had a fight with someone but his whole story was fucked up."

"And his fight was probably a scuffle. No lost teeth, no broken ribs or bruised kidneys," he shakes his head. "The good news is, the rules in a breach don't apply here."

"Oh I have no idea. They had some magical nonsense going on," he laughs. "He was Mordred, if you can fucking believe it." He shakes his head, standing up to prep what they will need for the tea.

"But no, I've gotten...fairly good at separating the breach from real life." There's a small hitch in his tone, a catch in his breath and he knows his lie won't get past Lark, but he's not exactly in the mood to talk about it yet, so he skips past that part. "But I did use it to my advantage. Speaking of Fitz. We had a nice chat and everything just seems to be settled."

Pagan established boundaries.

What a concept.

He does hear that and he puts a mental pin in it.

He's glad to switch topics when he hears what it is. "Settled how?"

"Settled in the way that I wanted it to be settled; I'm not giving you details. Nosy mutt." Mostly because he's already had to watch Fitz squirm out of awkwardness and he's not willing to do the same with himself.

"How am I supposed to give you wise advice, or praise you for your wisdom, if you don't tell me details?" He complains but it's not serious. He leans slightly closer to the tea to enjoy the scent of it.

"I expect praise just for being myself," he reminds him, shoving him away with his elbow so he can let the tea steep. It's meant to be strong, so Lark has to wait a bit.

"But that isn't why I wanted to talk to you." He takes his gun from his waistband and hands it to him. "It's about this."

Lark looks at the gun but doesn't take it. Instead he looks up at him, eyebrow raised, waiting for an explanation.

He needs two hands for tea, so he sets it on the counter. "I had a talk with Tess before the breach, you see. And I really should have said something to you then. But-"

He stirs in the milk.

"Well, I wasn't sure you'd go for it. I want the restrictions off of it."

He's quiet a moment, chewing that over. He leans a hip against the counter. "I'm not opposed. But I need you to give me your case as to why."

"I thought as much." He smiles a bit, finally handing him the cup and taking his own to the couch.

That kettle is certainly going to come in handy. Thank christ.

"Part of the reason I'm here is because I do have a problem with self control. I realize that. You know that. We all know that. It isn't exactly a secret that I'm prone to, well, losing my temper now and again." He settles back in the couch. "And as long as I have training wheels on that thing, then I will never be able to prove that I have gained it."

"I agree." He eyes that kettle as Pagan takes it. He can't be bribed, but the tea does have him in a good mood.

"Why else? Why now?"

"Is it too clichéd to say that I made a deal? No more murders? Well, no more unjustified ones? I'll defend myself. Properly, without loopholes," he adds with a laugh. "While I'm here."

He gestures to him, bringing the cup to his lips. "As for why not, why not now? Why not yesterday? Why not tomorrow? When is a good time to actually give myself a test that fucking means something? The consequence for failing falls on you, and I'm not willing to make that gamble."

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