His gaze drops when Scott says that — a flicker of thinking maybe this was a bad idea to come talk to him crossing his thoughts. But he figures it's fair, especially with feeling as though he'd been kept in the dark with all... this. He can relate to that frustration — hates being kept in the dark himself, so. Yeah. He gets it, just... it sucks.
Also, is this where he gets his moodiness from? Maybe.
Sigh on his lips, he stands there. Quiet. Mulling over how to handle this, what to say, and just... finds himself at a sort of loss with it all. )
I'm sorry.
( He offers then, gently. )
I didn't think you needed that on your plate with everything else here.
( Especially with Scott being so new to being a mutant and all, never mind the whole a lot younger part, though that certainly plays its own part with all this. Arms coming to fold in front of his chest, he lets out another sigh. )
I don't... know you. Him, I mean. Scott Summers. I know of him, but I've never really met him. Never talked to him much. Just in passing once. So it's... weird for me, too.
[With Nate's apology, Scott's shoulders droop, like they're no longer trying to hide how upset he is. Keeping up with that anger was familiar and easy in a way, but underneath all that, he's just been feeling lost. Overwhelmed from the mission itself, hearing all this new information, and not knowing how to really direct the way he's been feeling. He's always lacked that, direction, a goal.
At least having a few days to himself has blunted some of his more reactive anger, with the lingering embers quickly dying down as the other mutant keeps talking. He's not sure if it helps that Nate is his son... no matter how weird and out of place that feels, or maybe it's just that he simply has come to care about him a lot during the Solmara mission. Working together and everything.
Or maybe it's finally having some understanding of someone else's perspective, other than his own. Quentin mentioned that Nate was the one that wanted to hide all this in the first place and guess he can understand why. In a way. It would be weird to see your dad as a teenager, right? Probably. Just as weird as seeing his son as someone older than him.
Even if he's not the actual Scott that is his dad. As Nate mentioned, it's all weird.]
Great, join the club. [The club of knowing Scott Summers, the other Scott. The one that everyone seems to be comparing him to. A hard ass, apparently. Someone that no one seems to like, but is still leader of the X-Men?? He doesn't understand any of it, really, but he just feels so tired. Uncertain. This other version of him is making him feel like an outcast, despite what Sophie has told him, that they're supposedly family.
( The sound that leaves him is one that's both soft and tired, a brush of his tongue over his bottom lips as he shrugs, staring down some with a shake of his head to follow, white bangs falling in front of his face as he does. )
Not like I'd blame you if you did.
( Hate him, that is. Although he can't exactly say he'd be happy about it, but.
He falls silent then. Blue eyes staring down. He... doesn't know what to say here — doesn't even really know what to feel when he doesn't know his blood parents back on Earth. Knows of them, sure. But beyond that and the extremely brief conversation he'd had with them at all in passing, they're still strangers to him as he himself might be to them. So. In other words, there's a lot of awkward to be had here. )
I don't... know them because I wasn't... born. Not like people usually are. ( He sighs. ) I was made. In a lab. To be a weapon for someone. It's why I don't know you. Him. I never knew about who I was made from until recently.
[Scott mumbles, the words barely audible and clearly not meant to be heard. It's just bitter grumbling from a teenager that thinks the world is against him. Probably not a fair assumption to make of the other mutants, but he lets that sudden flare of anger run its course, the familiar irritation spiking before leaving his body and contributing to the momentary silence between them.
....
Nate's still feeling awkward and unsure himself, isn't he? He can see that now, especially after that earlier admittance. All of this really is weird to him. He wasn't fibbing about that, not that Scott really thought so, but the silence really hammers it in. It feels like a true mimicry of how he's feeling.
Oh and that's bombshell--]
What? You were created? [Kind of like Sophie? Except Nate isn't a clone, but he still thinks about her as he looks up at Nate with a parted mouth, fully surprised. The whole mention of him being a weapon only further solidifies his thoughts. And just like that time, a running thought of what the fuck repeats in his mind.] By my-- his DNA and someone else's?
[Who is the other person and he wants ask that, kind of, but something else blurts out from him--] That's fucked up. You're not a weapon!
[...Some sudden defensive anger from Scott, but for once, on behalf of another mutant here.]
( Scott's anger gets his gaze to lift — gets those bright blue eyes of his to gently stare to the other mutant and he's... quiet. Shielding himself, even. Not wanting all the things Scott is feeling right now to splatter all over him. Being empathic like he is, it sucks sometimes, just as much as it does being a telepath.
Licking over his lips, he shakes his head, dropping his gaze again. )
Just because that's why I was made, doesn't mean it has to be that way for me.
( It's what he's been telling himself — what he's told Sinister himself and what he wants out of the time he has left to him in this life he never asked for. To find some semblance of normalcy within the chaos that is his life and live it, the best that he can, without being used as a weapon in anyone's war. )
I'm figuring it out. Or trying to but... something always happens when I do. Or that's how it was back on Earth anyways.
[He offers, almost bluntly. Scott's glad that Nate doesn't think of himself as a weapon, because obviously he's more than that, and so he can spare him that particular lecture. That anger dissipates again, always something that rises quickly before dying down, at least for right now. There's that lingering question if it's just Sophie's timeline, the main timeline it feels like, that's so fucked up with people getting mutant DNA or something that just happens.
...Is it happening in his world and he just doesn't know about it?
But he quickly shifts his attention back to Nate, who is still quiet and solemn and... maybe just a little moody. Hm, why does that feel familiar--]
Something fucked up always happens, right? And now you're here, with asshole mutants that are from your future and your asshole dad.
( Something always happens, yeah. Seems to be a running theme with being a mutant. Granted, it's a little more... personal drama?? than mutant-related here. Back on the Earth he's found himself on now, it's more about who he is and what he can do than anything else, but. He's still had a couple moments in his personal life that have been very... difficult, for lack of a better word.
He looks to Scott when he says what he does and he shakes his head before he looks back down. )
You're just Scott.
( It's said as a means to alleviate the pressure of feeling as though he needs to be that for or to him because... it's weird. For the both of them. For different and similar reasons. )
It doesn't have to be or mean anything else between us.
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His gaze drops when Scott says that — a flicker of thinking maybe this was a bad idea to come talk to him crossing his thoughts. But he figures it's fair, especially with feeling as though he'd been kept in the dark with all... this. He can relate to that frustration — hates being kept in the dark himself, so. Yeah. He gets it, just... it sucks.
Also, is this where he gets his moodiness from? Maybe.
Sigh on his lips, he stands there. Quiet. Mulling over how to handle this, what to say, and just... finds himself at a sort of loss with it all. )
I'm sorry.
( He offers then, gently. )
I didn't think you needed that on your plate with everything else here.
( Especially with Scott being so new to being a mutant and all, never mind the whole a lot younger part, though that certainly plays its own part with all this. Arms coming to fold in front of his chest, he lets out another sigh. )
I don't... know you. Him, I mean. Scott Summers. I know of him, but I've never really met him. Never talked to him much. Just in passing once. So it's... weird for me, too.
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At least having a few days to himself has blunted some of his more reactive anger, with the lingering embers quickly dying down as the other mutant keeps talking. He's not sure if it helps that Nate is his son... no matter how weird and out of place that feels, or maybe it's just that he simply has come to care about him a lot during the Solmara mission. Working together and everything.
Or maybe it's finally having some understanding of someone else's perspective, other than his own. Quentin mentioned that Nate was the one that wanted to hide all this in the first place and guess he can understand why. In a way. It would be weird to see your dad as a teenager, right? Probably. Just as weird as seeing his son as someone older than him.
Even if he's not the actual Scott that is his dad. As Nate mentioned, it's all weird.]
Great, join the club. [The club of knowing Scott Summers, the other Scott. The one that everyone seems to be comparing him to. A hard ass, apparently. Someone that no one seems to like, but is still leader of the X-Men?? He doesn't understand any of it, really, but he just feels so tired. Uncertain. This other version of him is making him feel like an outcast, despite what Sophie has told him, that they're supposedly family.
The teen looks up at Nate and.]
...Sorry, I don't really hate you.
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Not like I'd blame you if you did.
( Hate him, that is. Although he can't exactly say he'd be happy about it, but.
He falls silent then. Blue eyes staring down. He... doesn't know what to say here — doesn't even really know what to feel when he doesn't know his blood parents back on Earth. Knows of them, sure. But beyond that and the extremely brief conversation he'd had with them at all in passing, they're still strangers to him as he himself might be to them. So. In other words, there's a lot of awkward to be had here. )
I don't... know them because I wasn't... born. Not like people usually are. ( He sighs. ) I was made. In a lab. To be a weapon for someone. It's why I don't know you. Him. I never knew about who I was made from until recently.
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[Scott mumbles, the words barely audible and clearly not meant to be heard. It's just bitter grumbling from a teenager that thinks the world is against him. Probably not a fair assumption to make of the other mutants, but he lets that sudden flare of anger run its course, the familiar irritation spiking before leaving his body and contributing to the momentary silence between them.
....
Nate's still feeling awkward and unsure himself, isn't he? He can see that now, especially after that earlier admittance. All of this really is weird to him. He wasn't fibbing about that, not that Scott really thought so, but the silence really hammers it in. It feels like a true mimicry of how he's feeling.
Oh and that's bombshell--]
What? You were created? [Kind of like Sophie? Except Nate isn't a clone, but he still thinks about her as he looks up at Nate with a parted mouth, fully surprised. The whole mention of him being a weapon only further solidifies his thoughts. And just like that time, a running thought of what the fuck repeats in his mind.] By my-- his DNA and someone else's?
[Who is the other person and he wants ask that, kind of, but something else blurts out from him--] That's fucked up. You're not a weapon!
[...Some sudden defensive anger from Scott, but for once, on behalf of another mutant here.]
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Licking over his lips, he shakes his head, dropping his gaze again. )
Just because that's why I was made, doesn't mean it has to be that way for me.
( It's what he's been telling himself — what he's told Sinister himself and what he wants out of the time he has left to him in this life he never asked for. To find some semblance of normalcy within the chaos that is his life and live it, the best that he can, without being used as a weapon in anyone's war. )
I'm figuring it out. Or trying to but... something always happens when I do. Or that's how it was back on Earth anyways.
( Here it's... a little different. )
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[He offers, almost bluntly. Scott's glad that Nate doesn't think of himself as a weapon, because obviously he's more than that, and so he can spare him that particular lecture. That anger dissipates again, always something that rises quickly before dying down, at least for right now. There's that lingering question if it's just Sophie's timeline, the main timeline it feels like, that's so fucked up with people getting mutant DNA or something that just happens.
...Is it happening in his world and he just doesn't know about it?
But he quickly shifts his attention back to Nate, who is still quiet and solemn and... maybe just a little moody. Hm, why does that feel familiar--]
Something fucked up always happens, right? And now you're here, with asshole mutants that are from your future and your asshole dad.
[Not dad. Whatever.]
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He looks to Scott when he says what he does and he shakes his head before he looks back down. )
You're just Scott.
( It's said as a means to alleviate the pressure of feeling as though he needs to be that for or to him because... it's weird. For the both of them. For different and similar reasons. )
It doesn't have to be or mean anything else between us.