<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2h6bqqe.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Connor Marks<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Planck<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Sophomore Ne'er-do-well<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorms<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any, Lara<br/><br/><hr/>He smiled at her tart answer, the laugh of disbelief.  "Well, I'd like her to meet herself," he smiled.  He grinned at her disavowal of those who didn't see him as amazing, and looked curious.  "Our crazy?  Together we could rule this planet," he grinned.  "You ever stopped and thought about what your powers could do for agriculture?  Crop production?  You could be the key to ending world hunger," he smiled, shaking his head.  "So the next time someone out there who's whole superpower is to lift a heavy rock, I hope you laugh so hard they cry."  He watched her slip the shirt on.<br/><br/>He chuckled.  "What's a little fricaseeing between friends?" he grinned.  But he paused when he saw her eyes go distant, and he stepped forward, slinging an arm around her neck and pulling her close, giving her temple a kiss.  "I don't regret a moment of it, Lara.  And I don't think anything's impossible.  Some things just take more patience than others."<br/><br/>He spread his hands.  "It could be.  I mean, hypnosis isn't a magic answer," he promised.  "But if nothing else, it could maybe make it easier to figure out the underlying reasons.  Make it easier to... let go and be vulnerable.  I think all of our close calls didn't help," he added.  "I think it makes you even more anxious when you are feeling vulnerable."  He smiled at her acceptance, then shook his head.  "Well too bad, cause<em>I</em>care what happens to you," he said.  "So here's the deal.  No power cuffs, no disabling.  We accept nothing less than perfect control.  You control your power, it doesn't control you."<br/><br/>He offered a hand.  "Deal?  Stick it through til the end?"