Lark hadn't meant to make things weird, not at all. He knew he could discuss such things with Finch, though he hadn't gotten to yet, and his conversation with Sparrow had been comfortable enough for him that he figured he wouldn't completely freak her out. He wasn't sure if he'd made a good judgment call or not. She did seem a bit uncomfortable, though seemed to be trying to mask it for his sake as well as hers.
He was grateful for the diversion though, when he casually - or, as casual as he could manage - mentioned love. He really didn't know much about where Sparrow had been in the periods she had been away from Abaven, and didn't want to assume much about her since so much was unknown to him. He felt a bit foolish for not knowing her better, and made a promise to himself then to spend more time with her in the future.
Her quick response sounded flustered, and Lark found himself snorting with slight laughter. Not at her answer, but at the way she'd replied, and had immediately corrected herself. It wasn't his business, but he couldn't help but feel like he'd inadvertently learned something about Sparrow, and was pleased with himself for extracting a bit of information from her -- however slightly it might be. Her expression was slightly mirrored, his grin widening as he turned to face her better. "I will definitely beat someone up if they break your heart. I better be the first one you come to." Lark had always been fiercely protective of his family, especially his siblings, despite everything. He wouldn't hesitate to protect them from anything.
"I'm glad you're back home, by the way," he added after a moment, his expression growing more serious. He had always preferred when his siblings stayed in Abaven, though many seemed to come and go. "Hopefully to stay awhile?" The grin he had worn before returned as he leaned to nudge her gently with his nose.
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