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Terra pulled a smile, though she knew there was a shred of real unhappiness in his statement. She wouldn’t pry, not with her luck and based on past experiences. When she tried to help someone it usually ended badly. “I dunno, nowhere, really. I was just kind of looking for you.” She laughed. “Guess I found ya, huh?” She shrugged, again letting her hands slide into her pockets. “Wanna hang out? There’s a new place by the park that sells really good iceceam.” She smiled, though quickly blushed and turned her head. “Unless you don’t wanna go… Then uh, some other time.”


— Yeah… That’d be nice — Beast Boy answered, trying to cheer himself up. Keep crying wouldn’t bring back his parents. That was not like him. He was a wonderful family now, and he should be happy to be with them. His parents were… no, are important to him, but living the present should be more important than mourn the past… Right?

So… Shall we get going?

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