[A complex swell of emotions builds in his chest hearing her conviction. It's almost a little scary, in a way, to know how ready Kotone is, but more than that, it's... reassuring. He doesn't have to worry about her going easy on him in case his powers become uncontrollable or if he becomes evil or something, she'll do what she has to even though they love each other. And he knows that she'll be able to take him down, she's fought fucking gods and everything and he's just a mutant. He probably doesn't stand a chance.
God, this is starting to feel like something out of some tragic romance movie, a thought that would normally make Scott snort, but he's really serious about this. Now, the next step is to... really trust her. Let her in again. Although, this is a little more than just promising to tell each other anything, even if they think it's stupid.
Or maybe it's not.
Swallowing past the tight knot in his throat, he pulls his head away from the door and shakily reaches for the doorknob, nearly forcing his hand to clench around the cool material. He trusts her, he believes in her, and more importantly, he... does want her here. The perhaps relieving sound of a door unlocking resounds between them as Scott slowly opens the door, although it's just a crack.]
...You promise, Kotone? [His voice is quiet, edged with wanting reassurance from her. If she looks past the small crack, she can see that his head is tilted towards the ground, not feeling brave enough to really look at her or fully open the door yet. Kotone may also notice that the tips of his fingers are black, and those undetermined patterns snake up his hand until they're hidden behind his sleeves.]
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God, this is starting to feel like something out of some tragic romance movie, a thought that would normally make Scott snort, but he's really serious about this. Now, the next step is to... really trust her. Let her in again. Although, this is a little more than just promising to tell each other anything, even if they think it's stupid.
Or maybe it's not.
Swallowing past the tight knot in his throat, he pulls his head away from the door and shakily reaches for the doorknob, nearly forcing his hand to clench around the cool material. He trusts her, he believes in her, and more importantly, he... does want her here. The perhaps relieving sound of a door unlocking resounds between them as Scott slowly opens the door, although it's just a crack.]
...You promise, Kotone? [His voice is quiet, edged with wanting reassurance from her. If she looks past the small crack, she can see that his head is tilted towards the ground, not feeling brave enough to really look at her or fully open the door yet. Kotone may also notice that the tips of his fingers are black, and those undetermined patterns snake up his hand until they're hidden behind his sleeves.]
That you'll stop me.