Parents who are close personal friends with a banshee kind of make you think twice. The monsters most parents tell their kids about not only know your name, but they have baby pictures.

[And mortification was a better deterrent than fear in that case.

He wants to stare, really he does, when Helios smiles like that, and he bites his lip for a moment, trying to force down that feeling.]

And plenty of people don't. But you have.

[When he could have become bitter instead, or locked himself away. And here he was, trying to help people.

And headmaster. Hah. Maybe Jack's sexy librarian comment hadn't been so out of place and oh god had he really thought that? At least Helios hadn't shown any signs of being telepathic yet.]

Do you enjoy it? I can't imagine running something like that.