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Flight Club [Flight Shed]

With food and snacks set out, Gavin was back by the flight shed, waiting for the rest of the club to show up. And, while he was waiting, he was eating some of the snacks. Food was food and teenage boy were unable to resist food.

"Hey guys, welcome back," he greeted, nodding to everyone. "Hope you all had fun with your paper airplanes because we're doing that again."

Pause.

"No, kidding. I wouldn't keep you out of the flight sim for two weeks in a row. Today, we're going to do something a little different. Instead of small fighter crafts, you're going to be the captain of a large ship. You will have control of several fighters, a horde of weapons and a cadre of soldiers. The scenario will be...revealed to you in the sim. Have fun."

Gavin smiled and opened the flight sim's door.

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"Great, like I didn't have to look far enough up as it is," Tahiri said with a slightly uneasy laugh. "But it's still really good to see you again."

Ben gave her what was clearly trying to be a smile. It just...wasn't. "Yeah."

"Someone didn't have a great trip," Tahiri said, apparently contending for the understatement of the century. She kept her tone relatively light, but concern was starting to set in. "I don't know, I kind of thought maybe you'd at least be a little happier to see me?"

His walls were up as high as they'd ever been. "I am," he assured her.

He just wasn't moving any closer.

"So glad you're all the way over there." Tahiri started to take a step closer to him but hesitated when she realized she couldn't read a thing off him, which was never a good sign. "What? You weren't even going to say hi?"

"I was," he said. "It just wasn't a great trip."

Someone else was in the running on the greatest understatement.

"I noticed," she said, a little less sarcastic than usual. "I got your last message, you know."

"I didn't want you to worry," Ben said. And he honestly thought that message would've helped with that.

"Kind of had the opposite effect there," Tahiri told him, and bit her lower lip, taking a tentative step toward him now. More quietly, she added, "I missed you."

Ben didn't move and hoped that the effort involved in staying put didn't show on his face.

"I'm sorry," he said. He meant it on a number of levels.

"That's it?" Tahiri asked, stunned, and now annoyed that he could shut himself off from her completely. "No 'hi,' no 'I missed you,' nothing, and you're just standing there like the most serious statue ever created? I mean, I know it was bad, but you're just . . ."

She blew out a breath. "You're worrying me more now."

"I'm sorry," he repeated, taking a tiny step closer and chewing on his lower lip. "I just...I can't talk about it."

"Bad time?" Tahiri might have misinterpreted that, there. She looked at him as if to say you're still awfully far away, but (maybe amazingly) didn't push too much on that point. Yet. "You still look pretty worn out. Maybe later, after you get settled back in some more?"

"Maybe," Ben agreed, giving her a very tiny smile.

Maybe didn't mean yes. "You okay?"

Maybe didn't mean yes, but she'd take it over an outright no right now.

"Better now that you're back," Tahiri told him, which . . . didn't necessarily mean she was okay either. But she figured this wasn't her place to complain right now, all things considered.

"That doesn't mean you're okay," Ben pointed out. It was easier to worry about something else: he was already very tired of his own issues.

"I didn't get eaten by zombies on Monday?" Tahiri offered, because that was so helpful.

Ben frowned. "You went to Caritas?"

"What does that have to do with --" Tahiri blinked. This was still awkward, but at least they were talking, right? "No, the gun club field trip on Monday kind of . . . didn't go according to plan."

"There were non-band member zombies?" he asked, stepping closer. Give him a mission and he could shove everything else aside. He tapped his forehead, then raised his eyebrows, a silent question about Riina.

Tahiri knew exactly what he meant, and bit her lip again as she nodded, looking embarrassed.

He didn't know if he could handle touching her, and he knew that lowering his shields would blast her with more information that she wanted.

"No need to be embarrassed," he said softly, silently berating himself for not being able to do more.

"Wasn't my best moment, that's all." Tahiri managed a tiny smile. "I hate getting like that."

His fingers came within inches of brushing against hers before he flinched and pulled back.

"You were under stress," he said soothingly.

There was confusion and a tiny flash of hurt in the look Tahiri gave him at the flinch. "I know. But it wasn't fun. And then I came home and got your message, and one from Firekeeper saying she's gone off for a couple of weeks."

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