He has mild concerns about how that will turn out, but Jacobi isn't a wolf, and the woman Warren has in mind isn't either. It's something he means to hash out, to try to prepare Warren for, but this isn't the time.
"He'd be getting into some other kind of trouble if she wasn't here. But right now she has the reins and he wants her to have them. And while she is here giving him instant gratification, telling him what he thinks he wants to hear, listening to him, I don't know how effective you or I or Iris will be."
"Give it time," is his opinion on the whole thing, "which... I know he doesn't necessarily have. But. Forcing is only going to make the both of them hold on tighter. This?"
He shakes his head.
"It's going to go one of two directions. But we, and Iris, will have to see which direction it goes."
"I have some ideas. If it goes one way, I know what I'll do. If it goes the other, I have some options." Lark is never worried as long as he has strategies. Almost never.
"There's something, some very real potential, in him, Warren. If I can get him to stick to it, he could be something remarkable." A wry laugh. "If I was still an inmate I would have had him wrapped right around my finger, and I have to keep checking myself to be sure I'm not...trying to control too much. I care that he succeeds, I just need to let it be on his terms instead of mine."
“Most people here have amazing potential. That’s half of why they’re here, after all. But… you’re not wrong. He suits your kind of special. Just like Ulla suits mine.”
Which he mentions just to point out the fact that he too has a type. It’s not a criticism.
“He’s going to explode either way: his need to please… or his faith. One’s going to come out on top. I have my suspicions which one? For a few reasons. But I made it clear to him. That the paths do not overlap. No matter how much he wants them to.”
He looks over at Lark.
“This is where you need to wait. He has to fuck up, Lark. People like us? Need to fuck up.”
"I know. And I'm fine with him fucking up." A long sigh. "It was easier when I didn't give a damn about the rest of the ship. But I do now and I don't like anyone breaking things I'm invested in."
"I like the long game," he muses. He's already ticking through idea after idea after idea, and all of them he is comfortable running with...except then his worry for the Barge crowds in.
"I used to hate this place. I think I probably still do, but I became territorial over it after year five or six."
“It was useful. To start. Now? I think it’s one of the most important places in the multiverse.”
He means that. He has… a lot of feelings about this place.
“It gave me you. And Iris. It gave me Jacobi back. And it’ll give me Maxwell. Ulla. Zack. Thomas. John. Some others who’ve left. I look at… just the quality of people who come here. The scope. The range. And thats? In three years. Just my life.”
He glances at Lark.
“It’s terrible. The Admiral? Hit or miss. The whole venture? An incredible risk. But no one ever said miracles come cheap.”
"You remember how you felt when you changed the first time?" How emotions that were strong were suddenly almost unbearable in their intensity. How little things, scents that were undetectable before, were all-encompassing. The terrible, shredding, gorgeous intensity of all sensation and all emotion.
"We, the males, are hardwired for one mate. I've tried twice since I got with Alec to indulge him by adding another person." A flat look. "It failed. Spectacularly. And it's not because of my personality."
He shakes his head. "You aren't hearing me. Your brain? Is literally changed. It's not about devotion anymore. It's not about loyalty. In some ways it's not even about choosing anymore. You are wired for one person. So what I'm asking is what role Maxwell is going to fill? If there was anything romantic, Warren, there won't be for you. Not like there was. And I hope I'm just jumping the gun and misunderstanding when you talk about the three of you working as one unit."
Lark's relief is immediate, almost palpable. "Thank... Good."
He rubs a hand over the back of his neck. "There are things I didn't explain to Iris because they aren't relevant. She's a different species, she's not male, and...with you I knew there was Jacobi. But I had this dread that I'd fucked up something important in your life."
"Good." He'd stressed over this a fair amount, but the relief is stronger than he'd anticipated. "It's one of the hardest things for me, still. Knowing that I'm wired the way I am. I'm glad that you and Jacobi are as devoted as you are."
Lark's laugh is as relieved as the rest of him. "It causes problems when you aren't with another wolf. Fuck, that's not true, it causes problems when you are with another wolf. It's supposed to. Being devoted to the queen keeps the pack together... and her ability to pit her boys against each other is how nature ensures only the strongest survive."
A wry look. "So you see why I chose to be with someone who isn't a wolf."
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"He'd be getting into some other kind of trouble if she wasn't here. But right now she has the reins and he wants her to have them. And while she is here giving him instant gratification, telling him what he thinks he wants to hear, listening to him, I don't know how effective you or I or Iris will be."
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He shakes his head.
"It's going to go one of two directions. But we, and Iris, will have to see which direction it goes."
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"There's something, some very real potential, in him, Warren. If I can get him to stick to it, he could be something remarkable." A wry laugh. "If I was still an inmate I would have had him wrapped right around my finger, and I have to keep checking myself to be sure I'm not...trying to control too much. I care that he succeeds, I just need to let it be on his terms instead of mine."
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“Most people here have amazing potential. That’s half of why they’re here, after all. But… you’re not wrong. He suits your kind of special. Just like Ulla suits mine.”
Which he mentions just to point out the fact that he too has a type. It’s not a criticism.
“He’s going to explode either way: his need to please… or his faith. One’s going to come out on top. I have my suspicions which one? For a few reasons. But I made it clear to him. That the paths do not overlap. No matter how much he wants them to.”
He looks over at Lark.
“This is where you need to wait. He has to fuck up, Lark. People like us? Need to fuck up.”
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“The problem is? He’s been at the bottom. So he has to get back there before he really gets malleable.”
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“That’s why we work together. And. Nudge him. Towards the decision. Gently.”
He’s already played a gambit. He’ll have to see how Carol takes it.
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"I used to hate this place. I think I probably still do, but I became territorial over it after year five or six."
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He means that. He has… a lot of feelings about this place.
“It gave me you. And Iris. It gave me Jacobi back. And it’ll give me Maxwell. Ulla. Zack. Thomas. John. Some others who’ve left. I look at… just the quality of people who come here. The scope. The range. And thats? In three years. Just my life.”
He glances at Lark.
“It’s terrible. The Admiral? Hit or miss. The whole venture? An incredible risk. But no one ever said miracles come cheap.”
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"Were you a jealous man as a human? Did you experience it often?"
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He shakes his head.
"Particular. But not jealous."
A loooooong pause.
"...except about Jacobi. On occasion."
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"Give me an example of when you were?"
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He frowns a little.
"He dated another employee. I... thought he was boring."
A pause.
"I looked up a few things, but I didn't do anything."
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"We, the males, are hardwired for one mate. I've tried twice since I got with Alec to indulge him by adding another person." A flat look. "It failed. Spectacularly. And it's not because of my personality."
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"Jacobi is hardwired to want all of my attention. All the time. Except for when he doesn't. But. When he does? He doesn't want. anyone else involved."
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“That’s… no. No, not even a little. No. Everything between Maxwell and myself? And Jacobi? Is completely, utterly non-romantic. That is-“
He shakes his head.
“His best friend. My… family. Something… unnamed that isn’t sister. Or daughter. Mine but… never like that. For either of us.”
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He rubs a hand over the back of his neck. "There are things I didn't explain to Iris because they aren't relevant. She's a different species, she's not male, and...with you I knew there was Jacobi. But I had this dread that I'd fucked up something important in your life."
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"I take everything you say seriously, Lark. But. There's never been anyone else for me. Or Jacobi. And Maxwell is... Maxwell."
Beat.
"She'd be more interested in Connor than either of us."
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"I neither want. Nor need. Anything else.
"That's been true for years." A small crooked smile. "No one compares. At least when it comes to that."
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A wry look. "So you see why I chose to be with someone who isn't a wolf."
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