IC CONTACT

[ukan]

This is Lark Tennant, leave a message.

[Or a note, or a drop-by]

Comments

[kissthatgoodbye]

"Fine," Alec snaps, glad for the blanket that masks how his hands are shaking by the time Lark is done. It's not cold this time.

Lark is right about one thing anyway: they don't have time for this.

"You can go. And the next time you feel the need to talk to me like that, don't."

[ukan]

It manages to shake Lark out of the anger, but he only has a few seconds to start to say something--to apologize--when he hears a second radio crackling and Franky still on another. So he gets up and has to answer, has to put the fight away from his mind and work.

[kissthatgoodbye]

Alec is angry, always, in the quiet moments between thoughts and at the core of his bones; but it's been years since he was so angry he could feel it on his skin. He stays absolutely still until he's sure Lark is gone, even now a little amazed that it worked, but he shuts that out mercilessly and stands. He's wide awake now, anyway. He heads out again.

He stays away from the camp after that except when he absolutely has to return for supplies or to rest, or to bring someone else in. He doesn't try to have another conversation with Lark, limiting their interaction to strictly business or strictly checking in: he's mad, he knows Lark is mad, but that doesn't mean either of them wants the other dead.

It also means it's best that they don't try to work together right now, so that's where it stays. And, after everyone is back on the Barge and Alec has checked in one more time that Lark made it on board, that's where it ends.