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“No. I’ll put our room right up against a brick wall.” Ted laughed, “of course it’ll have a view. I’m not crazy.” His nose wrinkled before he pressed his forehead to Michael’s shoulder, finding his hand without looking to intertwine their fingers. “Swimsuit photos? Oh, I think those will last all damn day. And you’ll have to keep them after. Just for– memorabilia.” He grinned innocently.

“Or an entire beach house. We’ll see how giving I get.” Ted mumbled against his skin. “Venice? I’ve got a rental place in Venice. Perfect.” He grinned, leaning back in his chair so he could brush Michael’s hair back. “It’s a vacation– because I’m just as capable of distracting you from work as you are distracting me.” He noted.

Ted clasped his hands together behind Michael’s back as he held him close, listening to him and humming as the blonde spoke. “A beach photo shoot? Where at? Maybe I can get us a room for a night or something.” He mumbled, kissing at the crook of his neck. Ted was working himself thin with the REBIRTH project, but he could spare a night or two just to enjoy Michael’s company. They both needed it after the weeks they’d had. “Oh, average. We all wish we could be you.” He scoffed.

Most of his anger and frustration fizzles out at the knowledge that Michael isn’t mad at him and isn’t here to go off at him. He expected it - in fact, he was surprised it hadn’t happened sooner - so the knowledge that Michael is actually here for him instead is.. comforting. “I dunno if it’s gonna help.” He admits with a sigh, shrugging a shoulder half-heartedly. He hates this whole mess of a situation, hates that it’s put him and Ted at odds and.. really, he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do.

The hand on his shoulder makes him feel a little better about this whole mess, and he manages a slight smile as he looks up at Michael. “I told him about Max, and he.. kind of lost it. He said I don’t understand how timestreams work and he has to die either way. And I’m just - supposed to be okay with that? How can he expect me to be okay with that, Michael?”

Michael doesn’t want to ever be faced with the possibility of Jaime being mad at him, but he was also quite used to people not getting along with him. So he wouldn’t be surprised, he was told time-and-time again that he was difficult to deal with. “Well you don’t have to talk then, we can do something to take your mind off of it. We can do some sparring if you want?”

“So, so stressful. I can take a few minutes.” Ted mumbled inbetween kisses, pushing his chair away from his desk as he pulled Michael into his lap. “What’ve you been up to today?” He asked, taking his glasses off and tossing them to his desk. Work started to pile up again, especially with him working on Project Rebirth a lot more closely than before. Max seemed so insistent on it, yet Flash was having his doubts— Ted needed to decide which route to go and fast.

He can’t imagine any reason Michael would be here except for his argument with Ted. It’s the only thing that makes sense - Ted means the world to the other man, of course his instinct would be to try and protect him. Jaime shouldn’t be upset about that - if anything, part of him is glad Ted has someone looking out for him - but he’s really not in the mood to talk about it. So it’s an understatement to say he’s shocked when Michael doesn’t know what he’s talking about. “He.. didn’t tell you?”

His eyes widen in surprise at Michael’s words, quickly moving straight on to guilt as he realises he snapped at the man for no real reason. It wasn’t fair of him to assume Michael was just here to give him a hard time. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles quietly, letting out a soft sigh as he moved over to sit down on a bench and gestures for Michael to join him. “Figured you were just here to give me a hard time. Ted and I had.. a pretty big fight.”

“No?” Michael replies as he looks over at Jaime. He suddenly wonders what he missed out on, and suddenly he’s worried if the two of them had a fight and he was just now finding out about it. He cares about Ted a lot, but he also cares about Jaime too. He was practically like family to him at this point. He sighs as he looks at the kid. “You want to talk about it? What happened, whatever you say I'll keep between us.” 

“I must admit that at times I would agree. But mostly I am one for order.” she smiled to him, well at least she had been one for order. She’d been a Captain afterall and order had to come with the title. “Well, apple too is great of course, especially freshly baked. A real American hero”

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“So, are you in or what?” Ollie was refining his pitch, but he still didn’t know how to end it—usually, it just helped to get whoever it was drunk and then pop the question in some inelegant way. Thankfully, Ollie was pretty certain of Michael’s answer. “We’re trying to get as many people on board as possible and it would be nice if you weren’t super stubborn about it because some people are being really super stubborn about it and it’s really harshing my vibes these days.”

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Ted was in his study at Kord Mansion, back to the door as he was hunched over some images of an ancient Egyptian artifact. At the sudden feeling of a particular blonde over his shoulder, Ted grinned as he took off his glasses. “Trying to secure an artifact for temporary display at the museum in town.” He spoke before kissing Michael on the cheek. “Oh, you are always a great distraction.”

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“I don’t know what you expect me to say.” Jaime says bluntly, not turning his attention away from the punching bag he’s been working for the last ten minutes. His fight with Ted had left him frustrated and, frankly, pretty over the idea of having a mentor. It’s not Michael’s fault, he knows that - whilst maybe a little reckless, Michael’s never been anything but supportive and helpful, but he’s also way too close to Ted for Jaime to believe anything good can come of this conversation after the way he and Ted had argued.

Jaime takes one last swing at the bag before letting out a sigh, lowering his hands as the armour that had been wrapped around his arms disappears. It’s way easier using Khaji Da than wrapping his hands himself, that’s for sure. “Seriously, if you’re just here to tell me I was out of line with Ted, save it.” He says to the man as he pushes his hair off his forehead. “I really don’t wanna hear it.”

Michael stops in his tracks as he hears Jaime talk to him, unsure what he did to get such an attitude. His gaze just watches as the kid punches the bag, not even stopping to look at him. It was clear to him that something happened, and maybe he didn’t actually do anything after all. He decides to have benefit of the doubt as he steps toward him more, to try and figure out what was going on. “Wait, what? What happened with Ted?” 

Gwen raised an eyebrow. “It’s a long and complicated one, and I don’t now if I have time to explain it all. Nor the brainpower,” she said, wincing again as she felt the throbbing sensation in the back of her head send another wave of pain over her brain. “You should. It’d make all of us a lot happier. It’s kind of like a dungeon in there sometimes—he’s super serious, so we all think that we need to be super serious.”

“Yeah, I know his sons pretty well,” he said, pausing before he snorted. “I was in the Justice League with him for about…ten minutes,” he added jokingly. “It’s nice that all the heroes in this city tend to stick together. It gives me hope.”

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Carol took a moment to think about his words, she cleared her throat and took a breath “I do believe in my cause, I’m always going to- It’s just others won’t listen to it.” she murmured. “Nothing beats cherry pie for me” she laughed off.

“YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK OF THAT? I say fuck the people that won't listen. Sometimes you have to just do things, you know?” Michael says with a smile toward her. “I bet, I’ve always liked apple myself.”