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He gave Rook a look that bordered on a grimace before a laugh seeped through the cracks. “That was bad, babe,” he guffawed, leaning back into the shoulder that bumped his. “Even if I am a total dreamsicle.” Mock offense followed, a little scoff. “And I’m not that bad, thanks.” He was, though. He was that bad. robin coello would probably even back that up.[break][break]
“Yep! Sounds like a foolproof plan.” He hummed, “easier clean up too.” Cupcakes were, like, super portable, after all. Cake needed the plates, and the napkins, and was way crumblier. He might have not been the planning pro, but he could at least be depended on for the practical logistics.[break][break]
In fact, he was quite happy to let Rook take over, and follow along to help where he could. This was something that clearly entertained Rook, and Lam was just happy to have the time with him where he wasn’t injured or exhausted or dealing with some wild, cataclysmic event. He liked being here, happy and content. Even if their conversation drifted toward the serious.[break][break]
“For real, I’m really excited for you to meet him. Leif is…Leif, hah, but Dad’s super friendly.” Maybe a little overwhelmingly so. At least for him, but Lam was long used to it. “Are you sure he wouldn’t at least want to know?” He couldn’t fathom someone not wanting to know Rook, or be a part of his life. It seemed unreal to him. Rook was bright and warm, and again he was reminded of his dislike for his father, and his unwillingness to relent in that. But–this wasn’t about him.[break][break]
Lam frowned at that, “Hey, no one’s gonna think poorly of you. If he were to make an idiot of himself, he’d be the one looked at badly. That wouldn’t be your fault.” Lam would probably have to repress the urge to knock the guy out cold if that happened, but that would only make the situation worse (not to mention he wasn’t all that sure if he could even do that successfully.)[break][break]
He craned his head, careful to catch Rook’s eye as he smiled. “It’s what you want, though. Okay? Not me, or anyone else. They don’t matter. All that matters is that you feel good about it. And if he were to come, and you change your mind, I’ll ask him to leave.” Simple as that. His thumb skimmed against the back of Rook’s hand and he looked down at them–again reminded of the burns that had recently healed there.[break][break]
Another pang of guilt. What was really good for him? Lam only hoped that he truly was, and would continue to be so. He let out a quiet huff. “I know the last time we saw him, you didn’t really get the closure you’d hoped for. So maybe it’s worth the phone call.”

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