Atton's Office, Saturday

[suitably_heroic]

Talking to Mira again that morning had actually been a pretty good thing - gave Atton a little energy boost he sorely needed. Okay, all he was planning to spend that energy on was going home and maybe watching something on TV, but still: energy. It was nice.

Had been nice, anyway. It lasted all the way down to the hotel lobby, where he'd bumped into Mical and suddenly his life had gotten a whole lot worse. Now he couldn't go home, because Mical would follow him there and talk at him and that was the absolute last thing he wanted to deal with. So instead he'd told the guy he had work to do and made a beeline to the school.

Mical had followed him anyway.

Well, at least now Atton knew for sure he actually had an office, and he'd gotten to it before Sparkle could. There was that.

"Why are you still here?" Atton asked him. He wasn't looking at the man, though, he was going through his many, many, many very important (empty sheets of paper) files. "There could be students' parents coming in any minute."

Mical heaved a sigh. "You are going to have to talk to me eventually," he said. "There are important matters to di--"

Atton pointed a pen at him. "No, I am not going to have to talk to you eventually," he said. "I came here all this way just to make sure I wouldn't have to talk to you eventually. You'd think you'd take a hint after a while."

"This is very childish," Mical told him. "I don't know why you are still this hostile to m--"

"Because you say things like that!"

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Lewis had no idea what in the world a 'Hoth' was, but he was willing to roll with it.

"Well, we're Canadians," he replied. "We have the good sense to get in out of the cold, whenever that's an option."

That was an important caveat. Lewis was the sort who sometimes had over a dozen teens in his home at a time. He knew damn well that 'in out of the cold' wasn't always a possibility.

"He might have better luck in one of the warmer states. Maybe California," he added, because hey, conversation was conversation. "Mexico isn't a place I'd ever want to see any of my wards getting in trouble in."

[suitably_heroic]

Space, this guy really was too normal for his own good, wasn't he? It was starting to make Atton almost tired, here, except he'd had enough practice acting like the gulf between him and other people wasn't there.

"It's Sparkle," he pointed out. "He might actually thrive in a place like that." He shrugged. "But then I don't know that many Canadians. Maybe you people lose your superpowers outside of the cold."

[myownface]

"Or at least our ability to figure out how to dress for the weather," Sparkle added, leaning back against Atton's desk, and then shooting Atton a look over his shoulder. "But, like, see? See?"

That stuff he'd been saying all along, about Toronto being too damn normal, about how of course he wanted to go home, because check out this guy, right?, but Jesus Christ, how was he supposed to fall back into a life like this?

"I need the cold to live."

Yes. Yes, that's what he'd been getting at.

[suitably_heroic]

"Yeah, I think now I get it," Atton said dryly, like it was a joke.

It wasn't, really, because he got what Sparkle was getting at.

[myownface]

Sparkle was going to start taking bets during his lead up to graduation, about just how long he'd last in Toronto before either getting arrested or committed or having to flee the country. He was figuring maybe three, four months. Tops.

"Anyway, that's Lewis," he said to Atton, "and that's Atton," he said to Lewis, "and there we go, this is pretty much my life in a nutshell."

Minus all of the dying and not staying dead he did around here. And Velcro, who was sleeping in his sock drawer in his room. And Doctor Lecter, who was in his own office or something. And most of the crazy. The crazy seemed to be taking a break this weekend.

[suitably_heroic]

"You know, when you put it like that," Atton said meditatively, "Your life is pretty sad, Sparks."