Flint smiles, and pulls his hands away so he can look at his little brother. One of these days, he won't be able to call Mason that without sounding condescending. Sometimes he worries they're already past that point—Mason can kill monsters, protect him from danger, and pull literal swords out of stones. He's not little anymore.
"You mean, aside from all the hard work you've put in these past two years?" Flint asks wryly. "You're respected by your classmates. Friends, even. What you say and do matters. When I'm... When the seniors graduate, you'll be one of the people everyone looks to."
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Mason & Flint
Date: 2019-04-29 02:09 am (UTC)"You mean, aside from all the hard work you've put in these past two years?" Flint asks wryly. "You're respected by your classmates. Friends, even. What you say and do matters. When I'm... When the seniors graduate, you'll be one of the people everyone looks to."