A Tale of the Legion of Super-Heroes
Giffbaum era, post Legion 50.
His eyes were clear and warm. "I do. Very much."
Sean let out a long breath. "God. This is worse than the first time. Jan, I--"
"It's all right. You don't have to--"
"But I *need* to." Sean laid a long finger over Jan's lips. "Let me tell it, all right?"
Jan nodded, hazel eyes sparkling.
"So you know...that what I did, I did partly because of you." He went on before Jan could interrupt. "I know, I know. It wasn't necessary. But I couldn't know that, and there were...other reasons. On Duar I was never comfortable in my own skin, so I changed." He looked up. "I don't regret it, not a moment. I'm sorry for the lie, I know I should have told you. But I don't regret a *second* of the time I spent with you as Shvaughn. Because I love you, and I always have, and I couldn't believe...."
Jan reached out, gentle hands enfolding Sean's own.
Sean brought those hands to his lips. "I couldn't believe that you would want me, as me. I wish...." He shook his head. "I was so stupid, to believe my world's beliefs were a universal constant. But that's all past. No more lies; this is me. And I love you, Jan."
"I never doubted it. Whatever shape you wore." Jan smiled. "I fell in love with *you,* Sean. Please, don't ever think I preferred one...version of you to the other."
"Then...this 'version' would like to kiss you. More than anything." He leaned forward, and Jan met him halfway.