[ Lance laughs softly, because the expression on Clark's face is one he knows intimately, remembering the rush of flight, engine humming, controls alight under his fingers, Blue's roar making his soul quake. ]
Yeah.
[ He disengages, feeling much better for the memory, grinning outright up at Clark. ]
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Yeah.
[ He disengages, feeling much better for the memory, grinning outright up at Clark. ]
You're pretty good at this, you know?