Lark was well aware that he had been... less than present in Abaven for some time. Both in pack affairs, and in keeping up with his siblings too. They'd been inseparable as kids, but slowly they'd grown apart in adulthood. He felt good about approaching Sparrow now and talking to her, even if their relationship was somewhat strained. It could only get better from here, right? Bantering about fighting made him relax a bit as he settled down on his haunches at her side. "It would be," he said, a bit dreamily. Lark had always dreamed of being some great warrior, but truthfully there had never been need of it, which he was mostly thankful for. Sparrow had always seemed good at healing though, something he'd never had an interest in, so the fact that she knew that and some fighting skills too was impressive on its own.
The topic shifted to slightly more earnest things, which he didn't mind. "I don't feel like an adult either, actually," he agreed with a soft chuckle, feeling strange admitting it out loud, but it was so true. "I'm pretty sure we're actually older than Dad was when he had us. Super weird, huh?" And their mom, too, but he preferred not thinking about her much anymore. Not talking about her made it only marginally easier, but he tried to avoid it anyway.
He hadn't thought about having a family either. It was odd that his father, at Lark's age, had already started a pack, and had a wife and children. These were things that Lark had only considered vaguely. Besides his family, Lillie was his closest friend, and he had trouble deciding what he considered her. He'd settled on definitively calling her his best friend, but anything beyond that he was still in denial about.
Her laugh sounded hollow and slightly contrived, but he supposed maybe that the time they had spent apart had put a bigger strain on their relationship than he'd thought. Ah well. He snorted softly at her reply, clearly amused at her assumption. "We weren't quite, uh-" he felt the heat rise to his face. Lark had never really talked to anyone about this sort of thing, feeling as though it was slightly uncouth. Not that he had ever cared much for manners before, but this was.. different, somehow. "Not - uh - yet, at least. I mean..." Oh god. Was that awkward to admit? Lark frowned suddenly, wondering if it was too much information that the meeting was what had interrupted their time together. They had done more, before, but that had been awhile ago and things had been a bit different then, before Lillie left.
If he had known there would've been a meeting, he probably would've miraculously found something else to do that morning, something not involving Lillie. Not that he was ashamed of her, or of how close they'd gotten -- he sorta just liked keeping it private. It made things easier, and let him avoid questions he didn't want to answer, though at this point he figured most had figured something was going on. He chuckled again after a moment, the sound a slightly nervous one too. "Sorry, that's weird to bring up," he said after a moment, hoping a grin made things suddenly better. "Though I do fear the day Dad brings it up to me." He snorted, lightening to mood, though it was true; he hated the thought of that conversational. "What about you, though? Are there any, uh, men in your life? Or... ladies?" He realized he didn't know enough about Sparrow to know if she was even into guys. He felt even more awkward now, and averted his gaze away from her, hoping the conversation was one that siblings normally had, though fearing suddenly it wasn't.
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