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[There's a young Snake roaming around, seemingly looking for someone. He has a concerned, fleeting look on his face. Despite his training to mask his emotions, he can't help the frown currently furrowing his brows.]

[He's lost someone important. He can't find her anywhere. No matter where he searched, Dr. Clark was no where to be seen.]

[He picked up his pace, moving from a stride, to a jog, to a sprint. His bandanna zipped about behind him, flying around his head. He panted, trying so desperately to find his carer, but when he eventually reached the lobby from searching the hallways of the entire building, he collapsed on a bench in exhaustion, panting hard.]

[Sweat dripped down David's face as he hunched over, trying his best to prevent his frustration from surfacing, but the obvious grimace on his face remained permenantly fixed.]

_Damnit...

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No.

[He turned his eyes away, not wanting to look at the older man. He already knows his past, and his reason. This man, of whom was supposed to be his father, did not want him.]

Where's Miss Clark?

...

[He can tell that things aren't right between them. He's not sure that they will be since this is a rather fragile age...for them both. He tilts his head, not wanting to answer him. He'd love to not be the bearer of bad news to a Son of his that he's just now meeting for the first time in the Nexus.]

I'm sorry...she's gone. I haven't seen her in some time now.

[He tries to hide his heartbreak at the loss of the only woman he loved.]

Gone.

[David repeated the statement, and then averts his eyes. He was unsure what to say, now that he had been told directly that she was no longer here. It still didn't help matters.]

_Right.

[He stood up, slowing his breathing down to gain composure. Being near Big Boss still made him uneasy. At least he wasn't trying to hug him this time.]

What's wrong? Are you ill?

[He wants to know but at the same time he doesn't want to pry and make the child upset.]

_{...Does my presence bother you?}

I am determining whether or not you are the same Big Boss I met prior to this, when I initially arrived.

[He is still wary.]

We have not met previously here, David. I do, however, understand if you choose not to trust me.

I understand.

[He keeps his distance as much as he doesn't want to.]

Another you informed me of everything.

[Spoken bluntly, but he did feel the need to be hesitant. What else was a kid supposed to do when they find out who their father is, and it's not actually their father, but they've been cloned AND the man he was spawned from wanted nothing to do with him?]

[Yeah. He's had a lot on his plate, for a thirteen year old kid.]

[He lowers his head and speaks sincerely. He knows it's not much, but it's a start.]

I am sorry, David.

[John sighs to himself. It bothers him to see the pain in this child's eyes. Pain that he cause by not being there. He doesn't quite know where to begin to mend this...or if he will even be allowed to.]

[He doesn't bring himself to look at the man anymore. He sinks further back against the bench, a lost feeling overwhelming him. His only link to familiarity was gone. Now he had to start afresh.]

[He didn't know what to say to the apology, so he remained silent, looking down at his hands in his lap timidly.]

...right.

[He turns to leave but...he can't bring himself to walk away, because he's just be walking out of his Son's life again, and even if the boy doesn't want him around right now...he still needs someone so he sits on the bench next to him in silence. If the kid wants him to leave, then he will leave.]

[David sits quietly on the bench, inwardly glad that the man wasn't attempting to pull him into an embrace or carry him off elsewhere. Contact like that, or sudden contact, made him incredibly wary and uncomfortable.]

You're not going to touch me, are you? I might have to attack you by force if you do that.

No.

[He doesn't even look at him, for fear of his gaze coming across as intimidating. John is content to sit there and share the space with the boy. It's better than nothing and he will take what he can get without complaint.]

I wouldn't do that.

Another you has.

[He gazes down at the ground.] How should I be able to trust you?

That's a decision you will have to make for yourself. I know there's little I can say that will instill trust.

Trust is something that has to be earned.

[Big Boss knows a lot about that and he's a very patient man.]

It isn't as though he has been shown exactly what trust was, only that it was a positive aspect. What he currently felt for Big Boss made him feel uneasy, so he knew he hadn't reached that 'trust' aspect just yet. He had been thrusted into the Nexus and had been told about his entire life. Everyone knew him as 'Solid Snake'. They knew his past, his present, his future selves.]

[That intimidated him. That people knew about him on a deeper level than he felt comfortable with.]

[His head rolled back gently.] I don't feel so good.

What's wrong?

[This time he looks at him, genuinely concerned for his well-being. Maybe he could help him in some way. John is pretty happy that the kid hasn't hurt him or pushed him away yet so maybe he's making a little headway.]

Anything I can do?

[Almost immediately, the young soldier shook his head. He didn't want to show his weaknesses to someone that might exploit them.]

No. I'll be fine.

[He had to be. Or at least, until he made it home again.]

[He forced himself to rise up, not wanting to sit around any longer, brooding over the futility of his life. He couldn't wait for Miss Clark anymore. He had to move forward.]

...Alright.

[Not what he wanted to hear, but what he wants to hear doesn't matter today.]

If you need anything, don't hesitate to come to me. Even if you just need company. I'll be willing to help you with whatever you need if you ever need it.

[This was starting to sound so repetitive. Why were so many people trying to take on the burden of a parental role? A figure of sorts? David was responsible, wasn't he? Or did those responsibilities diminish once he reached a certain age? Did he revert back to being a helpless child when he reached his thirties?]

[He hoped not. But it certainly seemed that way. So many bonds tying him here--]

Alright.

[Not that he would be taking him up on that offer any time soon. That applied to anyone.]

[John knows better, but he'd be an even MORE horrible Father if he didn't offer the boy solace.]

I suppose, then, that I should take my leave.

[He stands back up slowly, his back is sore. That's what John gets for being so damn old.]

[David's eyes flickered over to John when he stood up. He noticed the pause and hesitance as he rose up, and wondered what was wrong with him.]

[He followed suit, stumbling much faster to his feet and stood in front of John, staring up at the much taller man. He stayed there for a while, mulling over things in his mind. He had so much he wanted to ask him, for this one seemed like he might actually listen to him properly.]

I want to talk to you. But I don't know what I want to ask.

[John, being a bit surprised, stops in his tracks once the boy positions himself in front of him, but he gazes down at him calmly. Regardless, there's an obvious glint of hope in his eye.]

You do?

Hmm. [The old man rubs his chins.] There's no need to rush things if you aren't entirely ready. When you know what you wish to ask me, I will be available to you.

[David bowed his head obediantly. He understood the difference in their abilities. After all, he had tried to take the man down in his frustration before, but to no avail. This man before him was strong and powerful, and it would take him a very long time, including a vast amount of training to be at a level where he could be ready to take John on.]

Where do you live?

I live far on the other side of the Nexus away from everyone.

I'm in that part where people think that there is nothing.

...

[A disconcerting look appeared on David's face. He refused to look away from that single eye staring down at him.]

Why?