[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.
(Although he is blocked up in her mind, it's not like she can't decipher what the combo of expressions and the tone of his voice means. She's just doing it so she doesn't have to feel it, it's a bomb of emotions that would distract her immensely from keeping herself true in this conversation.
Except, well. She's still Sophie. She's not particularly great at the talking, nor at the feelings part. She did say she isn't perfect.)
Yeah, see, I don't really give a shit about that.
(Soft, very smooth.)
I'm taking care of you because it doesn't matter if you are or you aren't. You're a mutant, you need me, so I'm here. It's much more a matter of whether you'll let me to take care of you than why would I wanna take care of you.
Blunt, to the point, but maybe that's what Scott needs to hear right now anyway. His eyes finally draw away from his food to look up at Sophie, those sunglasses guarding his expression, though it really doesn't do much to hide his feelings. He's... maybe a little surprised? Touched in a small way. He's at least not feeling defensive, the teen not bothering to refute the whole 'needing her' bit. After being taken from his world, being isolated from everything he knows, it's a little nice to have someone kind of care about him.
Scott pokes a little bit at his eggs with a fork, not yet trying to eat.]
Do you always try to help out new mutants? Is that your thing? [...] Or am I just a special case?
Haha, nupe. Not my thing at all. If I'm super honest with you, our thing is mostly being powerful, hot, mean, and selfish. Me, on the other hand, I'm trying to be better, so, I have been trying to help our community at home. I don't see why I can't echo the sentiment here, so I picked you up. I'm as new as you are to this, though, so I'm probably going to suck sometimes. Teaching is more of my mum's thing, but hey. If you're willing, I'm willing.
(Great speech, amazing communications skills, inspires tons of trust, but hey!!! Honesty is good, right?)
[Hot, mean, and selfish..... yeah he can see that for sure.
But also.
He can see how Sophie is actually trying. Trying once again, with him, and this time, it feels like she's centering that attempt solely on him. She... really cares about him, huh? In her own way. Because he's a mutant. And that's enough, for now. Maybe. It feels more than what everyone else has done so far.
There's another poke at his food, though he actually scoops up some of the eggs this time.]
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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.]
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Except, well. She's still Sophie. She's not particularly great at the talking, nor at the feelings part. She did say she isn't perfect.)
Yeah, see, I don't really give a shit about that.
(Soft, very smooth.)
I'm taking care of you because it doesn't matter if you are or you aren't. You're a mutant, you need me, so I'm here. It's much more a matter of whether you'll let me to take care of you than why would I wanna take care of you.
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Blunt, to the point, but maybe that's what Scott needs to hear right now anyway. His eyes finally draw away from his food to look up at Sophie, those sunglasses guarding his expression, though it really doesn't do much to hide his feelings. He's... maybe a little surprised? Touched in a small way. He's at least not feeling defensive, the teen not bothering to refute the whole 'needing her' bit. After being taken from his world, being isolated from everything he knows, it's a little nice to have someone kind of care about him.
Scott pokes a little bit at his eggs with a fork, not yet trying to eat.]
Do you always try to help out new mutants? Is that your thing? [...] Or am I just a special case?
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(Great speech, amazing communications skills, inspires tons of trust, but hey!!! Honesty is good, right?)
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But also.
He can see how Sophie is actually trying. Trying once again, with him, and this time, it feels like she's centering that attempt solely on him. She... really cares about him, huh? In her own way. Because he's a mutant. And that's enough, for now. Maybe. It feels more than what everyone else has done so far.
There's another poke at his food, though he actually scoops up some of the eggs this time.]
...You don't suck. Not really.