[So she has no idea what she's doing either. It's a fact that might've made Scott laugh any other time, but not now. Not when he's staring at his plate of untouched food, even though it looks and smells good-- though his stomach still hasn't regained its appetite yet. He still feels like he just got sucker punched.]
Why.
[He starts. The singular word escaping Scott and it's quiet. Upset. But not in that over the top way. Fully experiencing and feeling the grief of his own mutation.]
...Why would you want to take care of me? [She took him aside that one time, yeah, but he figured it was Sophie looking out for the mutants from her own world. Have patience for them, she's told him.] I'm not part of your universe.
no subject
Why.
[He starts. The singular word escaping Scott and it's quiet. Upset. But not in that over the top way. Fully experiencing and feeling the grief of his own mutation.]
...Why would you want to take care of me? [She took him aside that one time, yeah, but he figured it was Sophie looking out for the mutants from her own world. Have patience for them, she's told him.] I'm not part of your universe.
[Her family.]