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LUKE FON FABRE is mostly just trying to get back home, as is tradition for days such as this. Having spent a good while in Luceti, he can't really be too weirded out anymore, even if he still gets irritated by the big crowd. He mostly just dodges people as much as he can, looks at all the new faces, and maybe looks for familiar one as well. Luceti sure never fails to get weirder and weirder...

TEDDY ALTMAN, however, has never seen this before, so he'll either be walking along the paths and watching people curiously, taking the opportunity to aid people who seem too lost, or be flying up in the air once he's fed up with the New York-style crowd, just wondering what's going on. It didn't seem to be the season for new people, and they seemed different, all lacking wings. Yet a few were familiar, a few were interesting, and a few seemed hopelessly confused, so he might end up touching down and poking at them.

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[That one tiny noise is enough to make her heart clench, and she lifts a hand to brush it through his hair, soothing him as best as she can, the way she'd known how since he was small. His reaction is telling; she'd died after all, and this was, somehow, miraculously, a second chance. Maybe it's temporary, or maybe they just got lucky, but either way, she'll do whatever she can for him while she's here. For her prince, for her boy.]

Shh, Teddy... it's alright now, I'm here.

[No amount of shifting can save him after he feels his mother's hand brush through his hair; despite how much he tries to hold it back and make it look like everything's fine, his focus is so thrown that he feels the sting in his eyes worsen and give way to tears that had been held back for months.

A part of him knows that he needs to back off and explain things to her, let her know where she is and what's going on. But a larger part of him doesn't want to let go, as if he's afraid that she'll disappear if he stops. And it very well could happen, with his luck.]

Mom... ["How did you get here" "Are you all right" "I have so much to tell you" are all the things he ought to say and even prepares to say, but...]

I'm sorry. I'm so... I - [I never got to say any of the things I wanted to - ] I love you so much.

[He's crying. Teddy's crying. She's certain that she could count the number of times that's happened since he hit double-digit age, they were that rare and memorable. He's always been a strong child, born of a lineage of powerful races and strong parents. As a Skrull, even one in hiding, it made her proud. But as a mother, it made her happy.

But he'd always been sensitive, and that made him loving. And she can never begrudge him that, although there were times when she wished he'd been more careful how he distributed it. Humans were a loving race, but they were also greedy, frightful, and sometimes violent even when in love. It had been difficult to watch him be hurt by love, when she knew he loved so deeply.

He's crying now because he loves deeply - and because he loves her. And how could any woman, human or otherwise, be unhappy about that?

She turns her head, not pulling back, just shifting enough to press her lips gently against the side of his head, where she can reach with him still so close.]

I know. I know, honey. I love you too. And you have nothing to apologize for...

[The one thing that gets him to even consider listening to the little voice telling him to pull back is another whisper: You're scaring her. What if she was from before she got killed? Teddy can count on one hand the times he'd cried in front of her after he hit his teenage years. And for him to react this way, holding her like she's so important to him, crying and telling her he's sorry and that he loves her...

What's she supposed to think about that? She's taking it well, at least, and even kissing the side of his head - god, that just causes a fresh wave of tears. But still, even though she's a Skrull, a race that's violent and powerful and Teddy still can't believe the kind mother he'd always known was actually one of them, this is still his mom and he's not sure how Skrulls view things like a possible terrible future or their sons crying over it or...

So he's the one who pulls back and covers his eyes with one hand, though he still keeps the other on her shoulder, like he just can't stop keeping contact with her. There's a long pause, and a few more shakes of his shoulders, before he wipes his hand across his eyes and looks up at her. He has a weak and shaky smile, and his eyes look wet and disbelieving yet happy, but all traces of tears are gone. The wonders of being a shapeshifter.]

I can't believe you're here. How did... [Dumb question, no one knows how they got here.] Are you okay? You're... You're fine, right? [Dammit, you're going to scare her again.]

[She can tell how worried he is - feel it in his body language, hear it in his voice - and she remains close even when he pulls back, one hand clasping his, the other lifting to brush through his hair, hoping to soothe the pain he's feeling. She's glad to see him smile, at least, and she doesn't hesitate to return it.]

I'm fine, sweetheart. Just a little confused. I'm... not sure how I ended up here.

[Her brows furrow, not quite willing to say it so soon after he'd managed to stop himself from crying, but... she was sure that she'd died. One doesn't just forget about that. But as always, his needs must come first. It's her duty as a mother and as his protector, and more than that, she's worried about him.]

But you- Teddy, you must have so many questions...

[... If she thinks he has questions, then she has to be from that... that moment. There's no doubt about it, despite how much Teddy wants to deny that it's true. It seems like all at once, just seeing her face and knowing where she's from, that the memories come back. Her, screaming, burning, falling to the floor, writhing, and then -

Nothing, because there was pain in the back of his head, and then he woke up unable to move his arms and legs. But he knew, he just knew.

His gaze drops as a result, and he ends up biting his lip. Normally, these are all habits that he can hide, but it takes a clear head to do so. His head is anything but clear right now. And she's right, he does have questions, ones that fly through his head even now just begging to be asked. He has to know these things, needs to know.

But... But his poor mother - She must be so confused. If she's from that moment, then... She's here now, alive, with no idea as to where she is or why he's here or how she got here. So he lifts his eyes to get in contact with hers again, his other hand moving to brush her own bangs aside. Yes, he definitely got his tactile sort of love from her.]

I'm fine right now; you must have a lot more. We should go somewhere else, it's way too cold out here. [He glances to the side; one of the things he'd never told her was how he was using his powers for good, to be a hero. He's regretted that ever since she left his life.] I can, um... fly us, if you want. I can do that now.

[Strong as ever- that's her prince. Her baby. (Even though he hasn't been a baby for a long time, now.) His expression just makes her worry more, wondering - knowing that it's likely - if he's thinking of the same thing she is: her own death. She hadn't been afraid of dying, really; even after years on Earth, she's still a Skrull, a woman of a warrior race, who took great pride and joy in the mission she'd been given. Even with Anelle dead, their homeworld devoured, their people scattered throughout the galaxy, she would never abandon her post willingly. Not when Teddy himself was such a treasure to her, the only one she had left in all the cosmos.

No, she hadn't been afraid of dying. She'd been afraid of losing him, and of leaving him too soon. Before he knew of his heritage, or her past, or his real parents. But it seems, in her absence, he's learned quite a lot on his own.

She thinks that she ought to have been surprised by his last comment, but deep down, she really isn't. She's known that he was aware of his powers for years, having watched the subtle little changes that had occurred throughout his life, but had chosen not to comment on them. And while she'd known that something had been going on with him during her last few months with him, he'd chosen not to share it, so she had been waiting patiently. Now, at last, the truth might come out.

So after a moment she smiles, her expression pleased and proud, brushing her thumb over his cheek.]

You found your wings... I knew you would, one day.

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