[open; main lobby around elevator/directory area]

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

[Everyone, this is Conner. He's Superman's clone.

Conner's quietly minding his own business as he walks down the stairs from the elevator he's just exited. In his hands he has a white box. What is in this box? Only he knows. And he has no intention of sharing, not unless someone really wants what's inside of it!

If the delicious smell of vanilla and baked goods means anything to anyone that curious...

Conner is alone, without his trusty teammate M'gann to keep him in line or from losing his temper ... unless she appears at his side just in the nick of time.

But that box! Scrumptious and yummy baked goods!

...Maybe he'll be nice and share? It's not something anyone wants to pass up!]

Comments

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

Trust plays a big factor in it too. If you can't trust your friends, then what's the point?

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

Hm. [It's a noncommittal sound low in his throat. Conner thinks back on all the times his teammates had his back or he had theirs. Was that... because of trust? Did he trust them? Did they trust him?

They all had to be on some level of trust...]

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

[Tim just leans back and looks up, thinking for a moment.]

Trust is a big factor in everything.

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

Everything? [Looks over at him again.]

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

Everything. You have to have trust to do everything, really. Trust that in what you're doing will work out, trust that the people you care about have your back. Everything.

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

That is... a lot to put trust into.

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't go all in right off the bat, but you need it to survive.

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

I guess I'll have to learn as I go.

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

You can do it. I have faith in you.

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

That's called blind trust I hope you realize.

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

I know.

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

What's the point in that?

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

So people can look back and see their trust isn't taken for granted.

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

I... see.

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

I know you won't let me down.

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

It's possible I might.

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

I don't think so.

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

[Conner doesn't know whether to frown or look angry. He'll go with the latter, a hard crease appearing in his brow as he shoots Tim a look.]

You don't know me, you shouldn't talk like you do.

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

I trust you enough to know that I can. It's about trust, like I said.

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

[And now Conner frowns. He says nothing in return, unsure what he can say.]

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

So you have someone to get those cookies to, right?

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

Yes. Megan...

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

Then you better go get her. [Smiles.]

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

...do you think she will like them?

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

I think she'll love them.