Lyta nodded, her head still against his chest. "Dad might have a couple of suggestions for this sort of thing. Though I never asked him what it felt like for him when he was in this situation, with Apocalypse and everything." She kissed under his chin. "And I do know a teleporter who's normally pretty flexible if you ever need me to come to you."
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