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tell him, standing and taking his plate and mine into the kitchen.  "America's Son comes and talks with us."  I glance at my watch.  "Right about now, actually.  He's a pastor, so he's pretty good at helping the rest of the group work through their issues."
    "What about you?" he asks quietly.
    "I don't have any," I say.  "It happened.  I got over it.  Life goes on."  My phone rings, and I sigh as I put down the dishes and pick it up.  "Yo," I say.
    "It's time for our session," Ken says with a little smile in his voice.  "Want to do it over the phone or should I come over?"
    "Phone's fine," I say.  I halfway expected this to happen, but arguing with an S class tank--
    I stop, realizing belatedly.  "The boyfriend's not a tank," I tell Flint bluntly.
    "How do you know?"
    "Because I spend half an hour with the biggest tank on earth every week. There's a definite natural reaction to a tank.  He doesn't get it."
     
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    This kid, Flint thinks, isn't natural, especially not for a fire type.  He's cool-headed and stable, even discussing a tragic past with a bland expression and an attitude that says he was never bothered by it.  He can hear the teen talking with America's Son in the other room--they're talking about cooking, it sounds like, with America's Son doing the questioning.  This is his weekly therapy session?
    Then America's Son asks something strange.  "How is it, not being surrounded by the zoo kids?"
    Vinny goes quiet for a long moment.  "I feel... a bit lonely," he says quietly, "off."
    "Don't worry, Vin, you'll find someone you can take care of down there," America's Son says gently.  "In the meanwhile, I want you to do me a favor, okay?"
    "Yeah?  What?"
    "Jack says he's been promised your debut when you get back.  I don't like the idea of it happening without you two practicing first.  Unfortunately, you're in different states.  So when you come up with a new move you have to Skype us and show, okay?"
    "Fine," Flint hears the boy say.  He stops listening as he hears someone pull up into his driveway.  Idly he gets up, heading to the window and watching as the bike Vinny had brought with him is unloaded into his driveway.
    "Hey, Vinny?  Your bike is here," he calls out.
    "Coming!"  A few seconds later the boy comes out, looking almost excited.  He heads right past Flint and out the door, to where Century is standing next to the bike.
    "You didn't tell me that it was electric," Century says in a mild tone.  "Although, considering your technopath principal, I should have realized.  Either way, here's your bike, the license is on it, here's your title, and here are your keys," he says, handing each of them to me.  "Now you need to get your bike license."
    "Oh, right."
    "Tomorrow you can go for the test," he says, “I’ve already made the arrangements.  It’ll be after school.”
    Looks like he'll have to drive the kid to school tomorrow.  Running might make the kid stand out too much.
     
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    I can't sleep.  Flint's place is too quiet, I think, rolling off of the bed and heading into the front room.  Flint is gone. He's doing night duty, or something, leaving me all alone in the house.  I unlock the door and step outside, looking up at the night sky in only my boxers.  It's cooler than it was this morning, but still a bit muggy.  I don't mind, I decide as I look at the roof of the two story house.  I look around, then cross the street in front of the house to get a running start, jumping onto the roof.
    That's better, I think, as I lie down and stare up at the stars.  It’s good to feel the wind on my skin, playing with my hair, knowing that there are no walls around me.  It's a lot better.  Still lonely, I admit after a few minutes of looking up at the moon.
    I keep thinking of Jimena.  No, not in a crush sort of way, or anything, just... she's stuck in my mind.  Probably because I'm here to save her, but I just walked away, leaving her with the pawsy boyfriend.