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Why was Fields even prettier beaten up and bloody and smiling, genuinely, at Evien? Perhaps the sunshine boy had ruined the medic just as the medic had done to him. And Evien wanted more. Wanted to know everything about this boy who had stolen his breath away.

Full of surprises, this one. Evien blinked at the question, then smiled in return. "I like it when it's just on the cusp between spring and summer. Not too hot, but everything's blooming, and there are baby animals everywhere." The vibrant flowers and vivid green plants and warm air and yellow sunshine. "What's yours?"

A-ha! Evien felt victorious as Fields turned his crimson-splattered face toward him. A hand reaches out to brush a gentle brown thumb across pale cheek, where a splatter of blood stained just beneath a bright blue eye. "You don't need to thank me," he assured, crouched beside the taller boy. "I like this. Helping. Helping you." Clarification. "It feels like I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing."