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Starling would smile gently at his brother, forever kind even in the face of Star's embarrassments. He really idolized his brother, how he was both strong and sweet at the same time. It was easy to tell that Lark was 100% Bass's son. And sure, Starling could find his connections to the family, but he certainly wasn't a prodigal son. He didn't hold the fighting qualities he longed to have... With a gentle sigh he'd look at the water at his feet. "Yeah, q-quite a bit." He said, eyebrows pinching. He hadn't told anyone but Allen that he wanted to extend his training, and that was because it had been a last minute decision. "Still a l-lot more to go. I-I'm just...visiting." He'd look at Lark's reflection in the water then, trying to read his expression. "I extended it t-till the end of s-summer.." He said with a gentle smile. It had been strange for him too, still is. He hadn't ever felt so lonely at night than he did during his first week. He missed his siblings, missed his dad. "I-it's great e-everyone is home n-now though." He said happily, tilting his head as he regarded the water. "M-means I don't have to w-worry as much while I-I'm gone." He giggled then, turning a small smile up at his brother. He missed Lark a lot, all of them..so much. He shifted then to push his shoulder against his brother's for a moment before he straightened again. "Have y-you been working h-hard?" He asked softly, wondering how training has been going on here with Allen.

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