Lukas was wandering about in the upper levels of the boathouse, acquainting himself with its contents and thinking to himself. It had been a week since 13 had abruptly left, and he'd kept things more-or-less together - nobody had gotten into any trouble and so far he'd had no trouble with anyone trying to sneak in or anything. Everyone else was out and about, but he'd been hesitant to leave the boathouse by itself in case something happened. He was pretty sure Allegan was still lurking about in his lab as per usual. When he started downstairs, he didn't notice the person lying on the couch at first, and did a double take when he saw a familiar scruff of dark blond hair - a little redder than normal, but still. "13?" He raised an eyebrow, turning to face the couch. He didn't approach though.
13 waved his hand. "That's my name, " he said kind of abruptly and then went back to relaxing. He kicked his shoes off and closed his eyes. He was hoping to get a good report on things, hoping that things had gone well while he was gone. He recognized Lukas's voice. Good. Exactly the person he wanted to talk to. "What is it?" he called out again.
Lukas paused a moment to think before answering. "How long have you been... er, back?" He looked towards the door. He kind of wanted to ask 13 where he'd been, but with what little experience he'd had with 13 being less than positive he was going to save that question for later. At least he seemed more relaxed than usual. Maybe he had a fun vacation or something.
13 shrugged. "It doesn't really matter now does it? I'm here now. That's what matters." He didn't take his eyes off the ceiling. He wondered if Lukas was going to start questioning. He could already tell that the younger adult was a little more high-strung than usual. He laughed inwardly to himself. Not easy running this place now is it? He brushed his hand through his hair and finally glanced over at Lukas.
At 13's answer he looked back, still giving him a dubious look. He crossed his arms, shifting stance a bit. "All right then. Over the past week," he began, "Nobody got attacked or died or anything, the Doc's still locked in the basement, no trespassers, et cetera et cetera. Pretty good overall." He paused, taking a breath and letting out a sigh, eyeing the wall and considering his options before deciding to ask the next question. "So where did you run off to?" He was fully expecting a 'none of your goddamn business' but at the moment it didn't appear that it would hurt to ask.
13 looked over at him and nodded. Well, everything seemed quite normal around here, but what made his stomach churn a little was the fact that none of them probably even missed him, probably were even glad that he was gone. What kind of leader was he anyway? He sighed. "Well that's good. Did you take care of it all?" His silver yes went back to studying the wooden ceiling. "It's really none of your business. I already told you. I'm here now that's all that matters," he said his voice becoming a little darker.
"All righty then." The response had a few less curse words than he was expecting, and of course had that 13-ish edge to it. "Would you like some food or something?" he asked after an awkward pause. The man ate like a horse. Unless he killed a deer on the way back and ate it or something, he was probably hungry. That was 13's thing.
13 looked at him rather oddly. "Uh huh? Lukas, don't you have something other than me to talk about?" He didn't like being the topic of a discussion. He sat up and then pulled himself to his feet, rubbing his hand behind his neck for a minute, taking in the marina house. The place was a mess. There was a giant hole in one of the walls. "How did that happen?" he asked, looking at the broken boards.
"13, you mistake me for someone with a talent for non-awkward small-talk," he answered dryly after the other man's first comment. And then of course the elephant in the room besides 13 that he had /completely forgotten/. "Oh, shit," Lukas said, suddenly remembering what happened and mentally kicking himself for not fixing it earlier. "Cian was training... and one of his dogs chased a squirrel into the marina house and then the wall." He stepped towards the hole, just to the point that he could take control of the dust that had settled on the boards and the area to shift the boards back into place. The hole was still there but less noticeable. "I swear there's nothing else I forgot," he said with the best poker face he could manage. Wow he was not good at leading.
13 gave him an 'I'm seriously not amused' look. "Well, then you better start developing it fast Smith." 13 looked over at Lukas as he started fixing things up. He seemed like he had tried awful hard to keep this place in working order. He shook his head and smacked him across the shoulder, probably hard enough to leave mark. "Well you seemed to have kept this place in working order. Maybe I'll have to make you my sidekick or whatever they are called...second in command?" He walked away. He had already thought that maybe appointing someone else to help him take care of this place when he couldn't. "Depends on how you prove yourself" his voice was still rather gruff. He looked around and then turned back towards him. He noticed that Lukas had a surprised look on his face. "What?"Was it something I said?/
Lukas was half winded by 13's unexpected smack on the back, but didn't stagger and turned to face 13 as he walked away. "Sidekick in command?" He had to smirk a little at that, it was a great retort. "I thought Allegan was higher on the raking ladder than I was." Considering I'm like the newest member. Although 13 didn't like the creepy old guy - nobody did - and he probably wasn't great leader material.
13 rolled his shoulders his eyes flashing a little darker for a minute. "Allegan could go die for all I cared." It took all his strength to unclench his fists. He could feel warm blood in his hands where his nails had dug into his palms. He tried to keep the dark thoughts away, ones that normally boiled anytime he was near the Doctor. "He just stays for now. But I don't know how much longer that will be." He didn't want to mention that anytime he got near the creepy man that he always felt his mind go cold, and even if he did want to tell him to leave he could never get himself to say it when he was around him. He shook his head a little.
"All right then, forget that I mentioned him." Wow Lukas, great going. Mention the least desirable person anyone in the tri-state area was aware of. Maybe they could post a thirty days' notice on his door or something in the future. "Ignoring the resident basement rat there are still other people who've been in the RA longer." He paused. "Although they are mostly teenagers." He blinked, crossing his arms again. "Why do you think you need a second in command?" Besides the 'i need my 13-time' weeks, of course.
13 looked over at him and snapped "Already did." He walked past him and then flopped down on the couch. "Hmm, oh yeah, let's see - half of them hardly come around, and the ones that do are too young to even know any better." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of leaves of catnip and chewed on them slowly. He wondered if he could probably roll them in something and smoke it. He'd think about that later. "Why don't you contemplate that one for yourself Smith? You're a bright young man."
"It would probably be a good idea to get people to actually stick around. Discipline and focus help make a better team; they'll come back eventually." He raised an eyebrow at 13's 'young man' comment - wow he was pretty sure 13 wasn't that much older than him at all - before continuing on his somewhat military-esque tangent of thought. "I tried something training-esque over the last week but it was pretty much only Cian and Xave... and well, you saw the hole. They probably listen to you better than they do to me." I'm the new guy, after all.
13 rolled his eyes. "There isn't much I can do to get them to stay unless you want to lock them in a closet or something. They have free will you know," he hissed a little as he talked. He listened to Lukas continue, his formal tone was amusing. He had certainly taken his role quite seriously. When he mentioned that he should start training him he sighed. Training was never something he liked to do. He didn't like teaching anything. He just expected them to do it. He huffed. "It's not really my forte," he said quite sarcastically.
He put his hands on his hips, frowning. 13 and his sass. "Then care to share notes on what you think is properly leader-y actions?" His experience with teamwork pretty much boiled down to the military and he would have to be stupid to make that comparison verbally. Nobody was really fond of the military anymore.
13 looked over at Lukas, and then pretended to pat himself down. "Oh, looks like I forgot to take notes." He looked over at him "Besides, if you are looking for a proper leader why are you looking at me? I might run things around here, doesn't mean I'm proper about anything." He sighed and looked back up at the ceiling. He had to admit, even bantering with Lukas, he had missed it somewhat. He felt kind of out of it today. Felt like he was worlds away, floating outside his own body, watching it all happen. It was bad enough that the memories from the past week kept flooding back to him.
"This is true. You're about as conventional as microwave turkey." He'd had a friend whose mother was really bad at cooking once - she'd tried that for Thanksgiving, putting a whole turkey in the microwave. Sad thought about fun times. 13 looked as if he were a bit lost in his own thoughts, too. "You all right?" he asked after a minute or two. Wow he was terrible at talking like this, but after a week of 13 being absent and then suddenly being chiller than usual was noticeable.
13 looked over at him. He wasn't quite sure what that was supposed to mean. Microwaving turkey. Sounded kind of ridiculous. He guessed that's what he meant by 'unconventional'. 13 brushed Lukas's question off. He was all right in some aspects, but in others, he was far from fine. "I don't know," he said truthfully.
"People like to say that talking about it helps. Your call on that though." Lukas suspected that 13 wasn't in a mood to talk about it and probably would never be. 'It' was usually a euphemism for whatever was troubling you, and 'it' wasn't a popular thing to talk about in circles of superhumans. Lots of emotional baggage was a given.
13 looked over at him and rolled his eyes "Talking about anything isn't going to make it better. No matter what I say everything that happened, happened. Do I look like someone who's going to sit and discuss my feelings with you?" He glared him down a little. He sat up again. All this getting up and down. He was restless as hell and didn't know what to do about it. He dug his hand into his pocket and grabbed more leaves and shoved them in his mouth. He just felt out of it. He wanted to sleep...and then sleep some more.
Okay, so maybe he didn't have a nice vacation. And what the heck was he eating? Flipping enigma. He sighed. "No, you don't look like a bleeding-heart kind of guy. But you are wound up. Blowing off some steam may help you with that whole 'restless pacing' thing you've got going on with the couch."
13 just realized that he had been pacing around like an idiot and ran his hand through his hair. "It's really complicated Lukas, even If I wanted to talk to you about it all it'd take years to explain." his silver eyes darted over at him. Why did he care so much anyway? All he ever did was treat them all like pawns and trash anyway.
"I was going to suggest maybe going jogging or sparring or something, but all right." Talking wasn't the only way to blow off steam, after all. He met 13's glance and crossed his arms, waiting for his reply. Even if 13 was a jerk a lot of the time, it wasn't like most of the RA members didn't have their own personality issues.
13 looked over at him. Sparring? He couldn't remember the last time he had ever fought with anyone for training purposes and didn't rip their head off afterwards. He shrugged "Ah ok I'll spar with you." He got up and then walked past him to the door.
There we go, getting somewhere. As he followed 13 out the door he uncapped his ever-present canteens full of sand and looked around. The great thing about living on an island and therefore near a body of water was the sandy shore - even if he sand was half rocks and gravel. He pulled the sand out of the area to make himself a makeshift shield and coil as per usual. "Ready when you are. Come at me."
13 stood there for a second trying to mentally prepare himself. Sand huh? It was going to be hard to break his way through sand. He also had to try to turn off that ever present reaction to kill what he attacked. He wasn't necessarily wanting to kill one of his better members. He took a fighting stance. He decided to save shifting for now. He slowly started circling him, his whole mind taking in every bit of the environment. Boat parts, dips in the ground, there were some broken boards, which could be used as weapons.
As 13 circled, Lukas did as well; it looked like the esteemed leader wasn't going to go for the shapeshift approach. He kept his distance, ready for any attack but waiting until 13 got closer (namely in his range) to go on defense.
The leader watched as Lukas started circling as well. Huh not a first move kind of person then huh? The though, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. Ok then, let's see how you do on defense. When the two of them were a little closer, 13 made a move, lunging for the younger adult.
Lukas somewhat anticipated that 13 would pull something after he smiled, and when the other super lunged at him he blocked with an extended coil of sand and wrapped it around him after he hit it. Using the sand, he picked 13 up and threw him a few feet away. "You'll have to do better than that," he said with a slight smirk. He currently wasn't on the offensive, but knowing how dangerous 13 could probably be when he set his mind to it he was ready to change tactics. The great thing about sand was how versatile it was.
13 had anticipated that Lukas would block him with his little sand shield. When he was thrown back he looked down and made sure that he would land without tripping. When he landed he grabbed the tip of the whip before Lukas could pull it back. He took hold and pulled on it has hard as he could, digging his heels down into the dirt.
Lukas was pulling the sand back when 13 grabbed the coil; he blinked before just letting it fall and reforming it outside of 13's grip. If the other man put too much of his weight into pulling, he probably would have staggered backwards.
13 shifted his weight in one fluid motion, while Lukas had to reform his whip he took the chance, lunging himself forward so that he was crouched, his shifted, and dug his claws into the ground and launched himself into the air, full force, shoulder bared, head down, aimed right for Lukas.
Oh hell here we go. There wasn't time to put sand between he and 13 so he ducked and rolled out of the path of the massive spined leopard thing and shielded his back with what sand he could gather while he quickly got back to his feet to face 13. He quickly took control of more of the sand and dust in the area and readied for 13's next attack by building up his whip again.
13 sailed over him and used his long, powerful tail to knock him off his feet. He turned but Lukas already had more sand on the way. He growled and dug his claws into the dirt, letting go or a huge roar, letting the adrenaline soak his body, his size growing as well as the spikes on his back. His whole body shook with the excitement of a fight. When he realized that he was letting himself slip, he took a step back and shook his head. Ugh. Why did this always happen? He sat down running a paw over his face trying to compose himself.
When 13 roared Lukas shifted his stance, bracing himself for an attack, but rather than springing the big cat was stepping back. He blinked, standing up a bit to face 13 better. "You all right?" He hadn't intentionally gotten sand in his eyes or anything. He was still ready for an attack if 13 was feinting, but he had a feeling the shifter wasn't.
13 shook his head and chuffing, his whiskers twitching a bit. Was he alright? Yes he was fine, but the thing was that if he continued like this there was less of a chance of Lukas being fine. He growled a little bit. "No, it's just that I'm not used to this." He got up and padded back and forth a little.
"Need a minute?" Lukas raised an eyebrow. Maybe 13 had issues with the whole instinct-to-kill thing big cats had.
13 lowered his head. His head was spinning. "Lukas, I know I've really f***ed up everything around here... I uh... haven't really been that great to anyone here. I've never trained with any of you, I've never even talked to any of you. I just have problems that I have to sort out first." He stopped digging his claws into the dirt. "Lukas, have you been in a lab before?"
While 13 was talking, Lukas was letting the sand settle back down; apparently 13 had just crossed over into a bleeding-heart mood after all. He was taking 13's admission at face value, acknowledging that the shifter had just had a mysterious and probably upsetting week (by his reactions this afternoon) but he looked up, attention held by the magic word. It was a few seconds before he replied to 13, the sand long settled at his feet. "Yes I have," he said levelly. He had thought that everyone in the RA had been at one point or another, but it was just one of those things you didn't talk about.
13 shook his head a little "well Labs f***ing suck." he spat and gave a low dark growl. "Do you want to know why people hate me so much? Why I have such a dark reputation?" He looked him up and down, his yellow eyes scanning him. He wasn't even sure if Lukas knew about his blackened reputation. He continued to dig his claws into the ground like there was a DSR agent waiting underneath them.
"Honestly, all I know about you comes from the fact that the other RA members watch themselves around you. You're a scary guy sometimes." Allegan and any comments he made aside. "'Labs suck' we both know is a gross understatement. And anyone who fears you because of what happened in one..." He met 13's glare with his own, hands at his sides. He didn't like this topic - not when it pertained to him, 13, or anyone. "I won't pretend that anything that happened in a place like tha can be gotten over easily - that's why I don't care that you're testy as hell." He himself used to be just some nerdy kid who wanted to join the military before the shitstorm that was the mini civil war. "You don't need to apologize because someone tried to mess you up." That probably sounded really bad, but Lukas wasn't one to dance around words on this topic.
13 listened to him talk. It was probably the first time he ever found out what any of them actually knew about him. He listened to Lukas' confession on labs and noticed how tense he seemed. He knew that labs were probably a sore spot for him. He was quite surprised to see how firey he was back at him. It told him that whatever had happened to him in a lab must have been something that he didn't like to recall. When Lukas glared at him, that was the first time he had realized that it was a reflection of his own glare. He looked away. He hadn't meant to glare, it was just a part of the frustration that he had built inside of him. He straightened up at his last remark.
"Well the fact is that I was messed up. And I was made to do something that I never ever wanted to do, and it will always haunt me." He looked up at him again, this time, no glare. His stony eyes still did not betray his emotion. He was kind of glad that they could have a straight up discussing on this. "I was made to kill people. All I can remember is waking up in a lab about five years ago, and being told that I was to listen to their every command. And then when one of their projects broke out they brainwashed me to find her and to kill her. But I never did. I decided to not listen, and I came here and made the RA. Because I didn't want to take shit from humans anymore." He growled lowly and then raised his head again, giving a small chuff of annoyance.
Lukas listened carefully and intently to what 13 had to say, noticing his reaction to Lukas's glare and toning down his expression in turn. This was one of the topics that wound him up; he did his best to be a little more composed when 13 finished his speech with... a weird cat noise. He tried to be less glare-y at least. "Sick bastards have done fucked up things to everyone, but, erasing your whole life..." Lukas bristled a bit, taking a deep breath. There would be time to reflect on this new information about 13 later. "All things considered... you're not as bad as you could be. You could have been a monster, but you're not. And the freaks that tried to make you into one will get theirs one day if they haven't already gotten it." He didn't care if 13 had anger problems in a list from here to Oregon, or if he lashed out and was an asshole most days or anything - he was still better than what some man in a lab coat had tried to make him into. And Lukas honestly believed that, as sappy as it sounded in his head. Anger wasn't sappy. He crossed his arms, still looking at 13 but taking part of his focus to wind sand back into the canteens on his back. "You're the person here that's least likely to take shit from anyone, let alone a human. That's a pretty good leadership skill." He should focus on that.
13 listened to Lukas carefully, still half surprised with himself for even admitting this to the other kid. He blamed it on the catnip. Though Lukas take on the scientists satisfied him. But he was once again taken off guard by the other adult's opinion him. Get theirs one day? Hmm I'm sure most of them have learned their lesson... "You're damn straight I take shit from no one." He almost laughed. He stood up and walked to the small boat grave yard where 13 had set up obstacles and a training course and targets. "Hey Smith, let's go tear shit up."
Lukas smirked a bit at 13's change of topic and gathered more sand from the ground around him. "Let's." 13 seemed to be less bothered and he really had a deep need to smash something, preferably into small pieces and with no repercussions besides having to build the training course back up again.
13 took off full force towards the course. Ohhh, the feeling shivered through his body. This one place, he had made, so that he could go all out without worrying about mauling or killing. He could just destroy what he wanted and rebuild it again. He gave out a deafening roar and jumped onto a large vertical wall, digging his claws in and pulling himself to the top. He launched himself, and landed in a crouch. He propelled himself forward on strong back legs, and launched onto dummy that he had built, he dug his claws into it, and then his jaws over its head ripping it off. There were targets drawn on the hulls of boats and walls to climb, and wires to crawl under. Parts of it were reminiscent to a military training course, while others where nothing but rubble.
While 13 was doing cat parkour and tearing into a dummy he'd made, Lukas was taking out his frustrations on an upturned boat with a target drawn on it. The hull was fiberglass, but after hitting it with a solidified mass of sand in the general shape of a fist it splintered and he shielded himself from the shards with a veil of sand. Well, okay, maybe that target would be a little hard to replace, but it felt good to smash things. He took another few similar shots at the boat, reveling in the sheer force that existed in his power over sand and dust and pretending briefly that the boat hull was a DSR agent. The sound of him tearing into the boat was quite loud; anyone near the island would be hearing quite a few roars and crashes.
13 walked back up, exhausted after tearing into anything in his path he could find. He walked up behind Lukas to watch him tear something else apart with his sand attacks "Now punch it with your fist...that'd be interesting to watch." He snickered, his whiskers and tail twitching with amusement. He felt a little more relaxed and heck of a lot more badass after tearing through that course.
"Are you kidding? That's shattered fiberglass." He wasn't about to punch the remains of the boat hull and then either have to find medical attention for his shredded hand or drain a few plants for healing energy. Neither of those were things he particularly felt like doing. It had felt nice to tear the shit out of this boat. No need to ruin that feeling. "I'll save my fist for emergencies," he said with a slight grin, turning to face his leader while he let the sand and dust he'd collected fall back down to earth. "And for a less sharp target. You look like you had fun though."
13 rolled his eyes. "Pansy." He licked his lips and purred and then started grooming his paw. He hated looking like an idiot when he groomed himself in cat form but it was something that always felt so nice and relaxing when he did. "You know it was sarcastic right Smith?" he rolled his large yellow eyes. He sighed at the other super's comment. "I don't know if I'd call it fun." He thought about it for a while. He wasn't really quite sure what he would consider fun.
"Yes, I'd figured," he said to the sarcasm comment. "And you're out and about roaring and tearing shit up. That could be considered fun. I don't know though. 'Fun' is a weird concept to describe; I guess it's something you do that you enjoy?" He frowned a bit, running his hand through his hair. "I have this feeling you'd like football though. You know what that is?"
13 gave him a funny look. "Yeah I guess football would be something I'd be willing to play. Kind of tame though," he laughed, his gleaming fangs showing as he did so. "I guess I just enjoy freedom right now." He thought about the white walls that had surrounded him not so long ago. He shivered and realized how much he wanted to shift back and relax on the couch. He had a weird craving for something that he just couldn't put into words. He shook his head. He needed to shift back. He glanced at Lukas. "I'm going to my room for a little bit" he huffed and got up. He had destroyed his clothes...all but his jacket, which he picked up in his mouth. He wasn't looking forward to shifting back.
"Maybe rugby then. It's like football but with less rules and more injuries." While 13 continued speaking and got up, Lukas released his hold on the sand and shattered fiberglass. He was leaving a rather hazardous mess around this wrecked boat but he honestly didn't notice or probably care. "All right. And don't forget your... er, pants pocket. You had something in there, right?"
13 looked back for a second. His catnip. It was probably still lying with the rest of his scraps of clothes. "Yeah, can you get it for me?" he mumbled around his jacket and wiggled the toes of his one paw. "No hands," he mumbled and walked inside his room and shut the door. He knew it was going to take Lukas a moment to locate the bag of catnip and he took the time to shift back. He found some pants in his drawer and pulled them on. He could feel warm blood running down his back but soon the injuries from his spikes were healed up. He walked over and grabbed a bloody towel from the corner of the room and tried to run it down his back, but as soon as he tried to reach he felt a spasm of pain run down his back. As much as he hated it...he was going to have to ask Lukas to help him.
Lukas nodded at 13's request as he walked off, and went back over to where they'd been sparring before to sort through what last left of the clothing he'd trashed. There were chunks of khaki fabric all over, and it took him a moment to find what was left of 13's pockets. He knelt down, picking up the shredded piece of clothing and catching the bag of leaves that fell out of the partially torn pocket. It looked like it was a bag of mint, or some similar plant that he didn't recognize; definitely not cannabis, as he'd first thought. Ah well. He proceeded over to the room 13 had disappeared into to shift back, knocking at the door. "Found it," he said shortly, waiting for a reply from 13.
13 straightened up when he heard Lukas outside his door. He opened it up and looked at him blinking a couple times. "Get in here. I need to you clean up the blood on my back," he said blankly. He took the bag of catnip and threw it on the bed. He handed Lukas the towel. He hated the fact that he had to do this, but he didn't want crusted blood all over him.
Lukas blinked in surprise when 13 exchanged the bag in his hand for a towel stiff with dried blood. he stepped into 13's room when asked, and was somewhat alarmed when he saw 13's back - there were no visible wounds but it was covered in blood - but did his best to keep a straight face. He guessed it was from the spikes. "Does this happen every time you shift?"
13 growled. He didn't him to ask questions, he just didn't want blood dripping down his back. "Yeah of course it does dumbass, where else do you think the spikes go?" he said sarcastically. He wasn't going to tell him that it shouldn't be happening and that he never had this many problems until after he started and went through his power change a week and a half ago. He knew that it had something to do with how violent he shifted. It was always triggered by anger, adrenaline, and rage. He shook his head "No questions, just do what I said," he snapped, mostly because he didn't like being in pain or put in such awkward situations.
Lukas frowned a bit, but didn't say anything, focusing on getting the blood off of 13's back with the stained towel. For somebody who was pretty cagey like 13 today sure was a day of revelation. He had no place to comment on 13's problems, but he wasn't sure if 13 was admirable for hiding them or if Lukas should worry. "There," he said, once the blood was cleaned off 13's back.
13's back was now clean, and the scars where every spine was still showed. He took the towel from him and threw it in the corner. "Whatever you think is going on... I have a handle on it, okay?" he growled into Lukas' face. He hated the fact that he was so defensive, but it was drilled into him. Never admit a weakness. Never show vulnerability. He shook his head a little and grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. He slipped the dog tags back around his neck. He had his back still turned to Lukas. He wanted to say something more. It burned in him to turn around and say something but he couldnt pull himself to it. He would have to discuss it with him later... when he wasnt so wound up from shifting back.
"Wasn't gonna comment," Lukas said levelly when 13 assumed a confrontational stance and growl. While his leader was dressing, he held to that statement, and again said nothing; thefreshly stained towel had been tossed back into a suspiciously stained corner, and Lukas headed for the door. 13 was again tensed up - so much for earlier - and he wasn't going to pry into this barrel of fish unless 13 invited him to.
13 took a couple leaves in his hand and tossed them into his mouth and flopped down onto his bed. He felt really bad for snapping at him. Of course he would also push away anyone that came near him. He sighed and slowly started drifting to sleep. Stupid, stupid scientists. He slowly fell asleep. He couldn't help but feeling really sorry for snapping at him.
Lukas ended up back in the main room of the marina house, leaning on the side of the couch and watching the television he'd turned on with a blank stare. His mind was on the events of that afternoon, not on the half-snowed-out soap opera from the 80s. He guessed after a few minutes that 13 wasn't going to come out of his room; he wasn't sure if the short sparring session and the obstacle course had helped 13's state of mind or not. Lukas knew that it was ridiculous to worry about someone he'd known for less than a few months, someone who was quite clearly intent on accepting no help or pity from others, but at the same time he'd been absent for a week and had come back different and a bit wound up. He could guess why, though, from the topics 13 had begrudgingly brought up today.
He sighed, one hand absentmindedly going to toy with the dogtags around his neck as he decided to just sit down on the ratty couch. It took him a moment to find the TV remote and he started flipping through channels. He'd think about 13 later, when his own head was a little clearer. For now, mindless television all the way. And boy had it become mindless in recent years.