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Heroes also want to be like ordinary people. Not everyone and not always, but today we are one of those. I like to fly the rest of the way to the tower, I like the smell of freedom. I too don't like being trapped inside walls, I know this is my home and even though I hate the cold, I love to feel the wind on my skin, it means I'm free.
Today's mission wasn't particularly difficult, just a secret delivery that was limited to a small enemy attack for us. Damian preferred to take them on, I didn't argue.
I hadn't felt rested since the morning, so I got an easier mission, Damian volunteering to do the mission with me, of course. By the end of the day I was exhausted and Damian was light as we reached our destination through my portals. We had to use the car.
It wasn't crowded at the bus stop, which was nice. The bus stopped and we got in. Damian, of course, paid the fare for both of us. Though I could have objected, I knew it was useless. Once inside first, he held out his hand and helped me up.
- Thank you. - Sure.
The bus was almost empty, Azar, and I was glad that the emotions of people tired from work and irritable or too happy wouldn't fill my head today. I chose an unremarkable seat, and Damian sat next to me. I don't mind. It's chilly now, and I love the warmth, his warmth.
I was too distracted to notice that I was not only resting my head on his shoulder, but leaning almost entirely against him. I wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't snuggled closer to me in return. I thought I was making him uncomfortable, and I wanted to pull away, to give him air, but I didn't want to, and neither did he, it seemed.
We reached the end of the bus route, and Damian woke me up with a gentle pat on the shoulder. He got out first and gave me a hand, for the mean boy I'd met three years ago, he was so different now.
I'm not quite used to his constant display of politeness, but it's already by itself I calmly put my palm in his. And I don't let go.
We walked down the road to the bridge, though there were a few decent miles to go, and I wasn't feeling tired anymore, so I didn't care. I just wanted some time in that freedom.
I noticed that I still hadn't let go of his hand, and he didn't give away his desire, either. It just... It felt so right, not wanting to let go.
I noticed a small ledge along the road leading to the stairs. It wasn't necessary on our route, but it made me want to walk and feel taller. Yes, Damian was a little taller than me now.
When I stepped onto the ledge, I was still holding his hand, and I could feel his grip, too; he didn't want me to fall and raised our hands as I got higher.
I made a height-determining gesture to show that I was now about a head taller than him and laughed, and he smiled at me. I almost warmed up.
When I was too high, I tried to jump down gently with levitation, almost stumbling. Damian supported me, catching me almost in his arms, and I blushed. Because it was more embarrassing than embarrassing.
