A/N: See, more plot! And some nice, adorable cuteness. I hope you all enjoy!

"Is this it?" asked Greed, raising an eyebrow at the lay-out of the table. The chipped and mismatched plates, the scratched up glasses filled with - water? Yes, that's what it looked like, if a little bit on the dusty side. And then there were the sandwhichs that had been thrown half-heartedly onto the plates, with some sort of lunchmeat on plain white bread.

Todd was barely down the stairs but gave a snort all the same. "You act like you have to eat it. If you don't want it, give it to someone else. Like, I dunno, me?"

"Oh?" Greed twisted his head around, giving the young mutant a shark-like grin. "Here I was thinking that you were just going to sleep up there all day."

"What the Hell do you mean by he doesn't have to eat?" asked Pietro, and his food was already long gone.

Rolling his eyes, Todd snatched up Greed's sandwhich, stuffing it all in his mouth at once. It was salty and tasted just slightly sour, but he chewed twice and swallowed anyways. And, in answer, Todd shrugged at Pietro.

Didn't even bother trying to explain the differences between a mutant and a homonculous, because it wasn't really something that he even understood himself. It was all too complicated for him, too much to try and keep straight.

So Todd ignored it and dropped down at the table anyways. Rather, dropped down on Greed's lap, back to chest, and settled in. "I can't sleep up there if we have to go soon, dumb ass."

"Hey! Don't ignore me, Todd! Just because you took off for so long doesn't mean you don't need to listen to me when I speak to you!" huffed Pietro, annoyed.

Todd looked over at him and, on a whim, grinned. "What, you say something? Sorry 'Tro, couldn't hear you over that annoying buzz. A fly must of gotten in here somewhere."

And maybe Todd had gotten a little more sarcastic over the years, a little less hesitant, but he still didn't think that it deserved Pietro and Lance staring at him like he had suddenly grown two heads.

Thankfully, before any fight could actually break out, Lance managed to clear his throat and draw attention back onto himself. "Anyway, Todd. How is it we're leaving? I mean, it isn't like we got that many details on what's going on last night."

"Oh, yeah. Well, see, I don't really know how we're getting back." said Todd, shrugging. "I mean, I think that portal-thing is just gonna appear again and we'll walk through it. Right, Greed?"

Greed laughed, but nodded. "Something like that. Al's probably going to have it up and running around noon, so we should be back at that park by then."

"And what happens then?" asked Lance, shoving the last bit of sandwhich in his mouth. "When we get to this other place, I mean."

Todd pursed his lips together, pressing closer to Greed's chest. And maybe he had purposefully left as much as he could out of what had been said the night before, but that was just because he didn't want to think about it himself. Certainly didn't want to talk about it, trying to explain everything that had happened and what it meant.

So, instead, Todd shrugged. Fiddled with Greed's hand, fingers running over the back of the older male's knuckles, not really looking at anyone when he did.

But they were looking at him, and they were looking at the glint of gold that shined on it.