[Honestly, he understands, wanting to be away from others. Hell, when he got pissed about something, he usually isolated himself in his room and refused to talk to anyone for as long as possible. Usually it was Alex that tried to talk to him, and here? Usually Sophie.
But he's never really left home to do that. He wonders if Nate views the place as his home. Scott never thought about leaving, at least not in a serious way, even if getting lodging in this place isn't really difficult. Still...]
Yeah I get it. [...] It's a lot being around them. But. You know, it sucks, when like half of us got sent back home or whatever.
[He slouches slightly, eyes darting to the ground.] I didn't want everyone to start disappearing even when I was pissed off.
( ever since his coming back to etraya— coming back to the land of the living, he's felt a bitter cold within him. at first, he thought it might be verity, but. they never felt that way to him. not back on that other earth. that's when he came to realize it was all him. did some part of him break upon coming back to life? people lose things when they die here, don't they? did some part of him slip away into that dark cold he felt as the life within him left and not come back with him here?
he's himself... but he's not at the same time and he feels like there's absolutely no one he can talk to about it and that's an incredibly lonely feeling to live with. )
Everyone I know leaves.
( it's why he's used to going at everything alone. maddie and thren have constantly been in and out of his short life and he can never quite find his footing with teams. the avengers, x-force, the x-men... a deep-seated desire to be of relevance echoes within him and yet he finds himself longing to be lost at the same time. )
Life's like that I guess. Coming to live with regrets for things you never said or did when you had the chance to and then it's too late.
[A small flare of anger, though it's not really directed at Nate. It's mostly geared at himself, for taking this long to accept that he's just Scott Summers and he can't be the Scott the others know. Not right now, maybe not even in the future, but he can still be... well, he's working on that. It's just that fixating on feeling like an imposter this entire time hasn't been productive.
It's been draining. Tiring. Probably annoyed everyone else to some degree. And honestly? He's kind of done with that.]
It sucks that Cable and Hope are gone. We can... still feel that, I guess.
[Talking about feelings is hard as fuck, but he needs to get it off his chest in some way, even as he feels himself burrowing his hands deeper inside his pockets. Though his eyes have turned back up to look at Nate, as if gauging his reaction.]
( he's all that scott has here in terms of blood-related family and yet... he also isn't. here or blood-related in the sense of being from the same world, universe, dimension, what have you. regardless of separate worlds, they're still strangers to each other and it's... no one's fault. scott being so new to being a mutant and dealing with the prejudice and hangups that come with being any version of scott summers and himself with struggling to be around others and teamwork when he's usually just been on his own. things just were what they were... are what they are now and he... doesn't know what they'll come to be going forward.
so he stands there. quiet. staring to the other mutant before he's looking off a little with those blue eyes he's been told he gets from scott. )
[A small nod, even if this also feels weird in its own way. Like 'cool, good to know that you feel just as shitty as me.' Or have the same regrets at least. Scott isn't sure if it's fully a helpful feeling to relate in this way, but he doesn't stop talking because... he doesn't know what else to really do except maybe sulk somewhere and he's trying not to.
Also he doesn't want to encourage that behavior--]
So, guess I want to try harder with the remaining mutants here. [Slight change in topic, though it's tangentially related.]
And yeah that includes you. [...] Not that I want all of us to sit in a fucking circle and bare our feelings, but I really hated not knowing what happened to you.
[Because he cares about him in his stupid teenage not dad way??? Plus seeing Nate overextend himself in Solmara still sticks out in his mind.] Like if you need space, sure whatever, but just getting a 'I'm fine' and then silence for weeks was... hard. I can't sense you like Sophie or Quentin or any of the other telepaths.
( sensing people he means, but. he knows that's not what scott was really getting at. arms folded there in front of his chest, he looks around them again before letting his blue-eyed gaze trail back over to the other mutant there with him. )
But you should. Get to know the others, I mean.
( a thoughtful look, he glances down for just a moment. )
[Guess this is what he wants, right? The most he can ask for?? Not like he's about to suggest finding a place to live off together and away from the other mutants and he's not going to force Nate to live back at the mansion, so... guess if he really means this it's okay.
Scott doesn't look all that pleased, but is he ever?? At least he seems accepting.]
Well, good. [...] Also, don't worry about the whole. Scott Summers thing around me anymore, okay? I'm over it.
[Well, kind of. Is a moody teenager ever over anything?? But still.]
( and he doesn't know if he ever will, so. he wonders if having his parents, despite not knowing them, with all of this... if it might have helped — if it would make any of this easier for him and how alone and confused he feels, but. maybe not. he's always gone it alone. he just... needs to get used to it with this. it's just a little hard when he's struggling with so much.
still, that gets him to eye the other mutant there briefly before he's pocketing his hands. )
You should stay with the others. ( he says then. thoughtful. ) I think it's good for you. To be around them. Or... who's left anyways.
[It still is a little awkward to think that the guy standing in front of him is his son in a different universe. It's true, but also, he's not really that Scott Summers and he probably won't be-- at least he definitely won't match him one to one on everything. And he probably doesn't want to? Yeah, he doesn't want to. Not like he knows much or anything about fatherhood. Probably helps that Nate doesn't seem to want that from him either.
Though, it doesn't mean he isn't going to frown and look at him with concern.]
...You really think it's good for me to stay with them? [...] But the same doesn't apply to you? They actually know you and like you.
[Well fine--] I mean, I know they're not upset at me anymore and you don't have to do stupid teamwork bullshit all the time, but.
[He motions at Nate as if to tell him that he should understand what he's getting at here.]
( feelings, perceptions, loyalties. life itself can unexpectedly change in the blink of an eye. sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worst, sometimes for something he doesn't think he has a name for. )
I was possessed and used my powers to help spread the anomaly's influence throughout that Earth. I wouldn't exactly like me either considering everything that happened.
( is this how everyone felt when jean had been possessed by the phoenix force and did the things she did? or did she have a sort of support to come out of this — to find herself amidst the aftermath of herself and pieces she very well likely felt were broken? he doesn't know. can't ask. has to just... figure this out on his own. including how he feels about himself and where his place is, if anywhere. )
[This sure is a surprise to Scott-- he didn't know what was going on after a while. Or what to stop or where to go, but it was Nate all along?? His worry only grows hearing this, along with a slightly uncomfortable feeling... a truth that he feels like he can grasp but doesn't want to. But he has to. Also maybe a little angry because the other mutants probably knew and didn't tell him and--
There's some staring, something turning in his mind, his frown growing.]
Is it still in you-- what happened back on that other Earth, Nate?
( he doesn't like talking about this — finds he grows frustrated when he does. it's complicated what happened as are his own feelings about it all. trying to explain — trying to understand what had happened... it's difficult even for him in ways he's not so sure anyone can really understand and because of that, he's felt alone with all of this.
he doesn't want to go into this but he's already said enough that it's near impossible for scott to just drop it, so. )
It sought me out because of my power. It felt safe with me and I became influenced by it. ( quiet for a moment, he looks to scott dead on but lacks anything there in his own blue eyes. ) I died. I was killed as a means to stop it all.
( and he feels... cold. alone. broken. )
We might come back after death, but that doesn't make it any easier to actually go through.
He almost misses the rest of what he says as those words repeat in a loop inside his head. It's such a weird thing to deal with, especially since he's still talking to the person that actually died. He's not gone forever. Maybe it should be something that's relieving, that he didn't have to say goodbye to Nate, but an uncomfortable feeling settles in his chest as he stares at the other mutant.
Upset, confused, surprised, multiple emotions are conveyed in a single look from Scott, unable to say anything at first. He's still processing this.]
What-- no, why would it be easy-- of course not! [A flare of anger, but still mostly just upset that this happened in the first place.] Why didn't you tell anyone?!
[At least he knows why Nate was distant to everyone, though it doesn't help all that much.]
Because I've been trying to process it since coming back.
( and he's not the only telepath here.
it can feel scott's anger not only through his words but in his emotions as well and it's why he didn't want to talk about this. it's over and done with. nothing will change what happened and he came back, so. who cares? right? except he thinks he does. maybe. he's still figuring it out — still dealing with everything that's come with dying and coming back to life unexpectedly. it hasn't been easy and he wonders at times if it'll ever begin to feel easier. wade's company helps, but. he doesn't know. )
I have nightmares. I don't feel myself. I don't know if I'm even me anymore half the time. Reaching out about it hasn't exactly been my top priority.
[How does anyone process something like that? Scott doesn't have the answer to that, maybe the other mutants would? Since their world seems that much harder and shittier than his. In fact, Sophie mentioned to him before that she died and came back before, maybe even a couple of times. But. Suggesting Nate to talk to her or the others doesn't seem good enough, he's sure that he can do that on his own or when he feels like talking to them.
Nate's opening up to Scott right now and... it feels important? It's what he wanted, and he's trying in all this, even if he doesn't know what to say. It's that confusion that helps to lower the anger he felt just now, though he's still just upset that all this happened in the first place.]
...You were possessed by a really powerful anomaly before dying, of course you wouldn't feel like yourself. I'd be surprised if you knew exactly how to feel and what to do after all that. [....] All of that must've sucked. Like a lot. And. Sorry.
( and here he thought he got his lack of being able to say things properly due to his being a telepath and constantly feeling and hearing everything that isn't his. maybe it's also genetic. )
It happened. Nothing can be done about it.
( though, he falls quiet for a breath. )
Thanks though. ( another pause. ) For saying something.
( because he's been dealing with feeling like he deserved to die and it wouldn't have mattered if he came back or not. )
[Maybe the past can't be fixed, it's not like he can go back and stop the anomaly from inserting itself into Nate and lead to the mutant getting killed. But all of that still turns something sour in his chest and makes it hard to really say anything actually productive, even though he really wants to. Honestly, a part of him wants to just slug Nate in the face, especially since he's been keeping quiet about it from mostly everyone.
But...]
Yeah, sure. Glad I was able to tell you that dying sucks and hearing that you died really sucks.
[Somewhat glum, maybe pouty in that familiar Summers way.] Don't forget that we all still... care in our stupid asshole way.
[The other mutants. He's finally figured that out.]
( he’s not so sure he believes that. maybe they care for scott and he’s glad they do, but. he keeps that to himself. he’s already depressed the younger mutant enough with what happened to him. )
I need to… figure things out.
( exile himself, in a sense. )
But if you need me, just think at me. I’ll always hear it.
( for a moment, he stands there, unsure how to go about this. he’s not ready to be around others - doesn’t think himself welcome, but. this is… something. maybe. coming to see scott like this and it’s not like he’s closing the door on him. just gently keeping it ajar. because he needs to figure a lot of stuff out. needs to try and find himself in all of this.
after going with that hesitation, he finally reaches out and gently allows himself to hug the younger mutant, a means, perhaps, to gently reassure him of his still being here. physically at least. )
Even if I don’t ever meet him, I’m glad I got to meet you.
You can think loudly at me. If you... need me too.
[He tries, because he wants to offer at least that much because he's not a total prick and they're mutants and they have a weird and complex relationship. And. He still cares in his own way, he never stopped, really. Just sometimes hard to express, when you're a relatively new mutant in a world with mutants that are different and finding your place amongst them.
But he's getting it, slowly. He doesn't want Nate to feel entirely alone in all this.
So, when he's hugged, Scott only takes a few seconds before gently hugging him back as well-- arms moving to wrap around him in something solid but not too squeezing.]
...Thanks. [Quiet, but meaningful. Really, those words from Nate mean more than he may think.] I'm glad too. That you're here.
( he doesn’t often have this — doesn’t often have someone to hold him and reassure him that things will work out. that he’ll work out. a mother figure would normally fill this, he thinks, but. that’s something he’s never had. even before coming here. it’s just been him and whatever thren and maddie had been. but like them, their comfort had been fleeting and sparingly given to him and so some part of him desires this, he thinks — desires to be reassured and protected. instead, he’s often the one doing it for others. and why wouldn’t he when he can do and feel what he does?
it’s why when he pulls back some there’s a wetness to his blue eyes — a quiet longing for belonging and having something genuine and real and that won’t be ripped away from him unexpectedly. it doesn’t help with the loneliness — with the way he’s been trying to just take it day by day after everything that happened and he rubs at his eyes with the tips of his fingers when he realizes the wetness there.
There are times when he can be a dick, but there's no hint of mockery or anything in the teen as he watches the way Nate rubs at his eyes. Obviously affected just from the stuff they shared. Because of him?? Fuck, thinking that, realizing that, nearly forms a knot in his own throat. He's not about to tug him into another hug, even if a small part of it is tempting, instead choosing to quietly let Nate compose himself-- though that leaves him to awkwardly shift on his feet as he deals with his own realization. Yeah, he's said what he wanted to say, but dealing with emotions and feelings is just really hard.
But the moment's passed and Nate's clearing his throat, obviously trying to compose himself. He raises his hand briefly, as if still deciding, before just going forward and letting it rest on the other's arm.]
Come on, you're a Summers. That means you're automatically less annoying than almost everyone here.
( the touch to his arm gets him to look down to scott's hand and he's silent as he stares to it; he still feels cold. like his mere presence is that to impose. only after a moment does he look up and offers the other mutant the faintest smile he can manage. )
You're the Summers here between us. I'm just some guy who fell from one universe into another by accident.
( at that, he gently pulls back some. )
If you need my help, I'll come. Just try to stay out of trouble.
[He's not just some guy!! Scott will just think that thought loudly in Nate's general direction, just because.
Also, eyebrow arching at that comment.]
You realize that between the two of us, you've been the one that's gotten into trouble more.
[LOOK he's just saying!! He hasn't fallen into a coma or died so he thinks his track record is a bit better right now. Maybe a low blow but Scott never said he was above such things.]
But I will. And same goes for you, okay? I still can't fully control my powers, but guess I'm more used to them now.
Well it matters to me. I don't want our next conversation to be about you getting hurt again from something stupid.
[He'll make it an order or something!! Yeah!! Even though he's not really in any sort of leadership position here-- he's definitely not Cyclops yet. Or ever. Who fucking knows. Still, he wants to make it known to Nate that he won't be happy about that.]
Guess it helps to know that even the other me still has to wear sunglasses all the time. I mean, it sucks too, but. [Face scrunch, as if he has a hard time really explaining it all. He waves his hand dismissively instead.]
Yeah, I'll keep practicing or whatever. It's what I have.
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But he's never really left home to do that. He wonders if Nate views the place as his home. Scott never thought about leaving, at least not in a serious way, even if getting lodging in this place isn't really difficult. Still...]
Yeah I get it. [...] It's a lot being around them. But. You know, it sucks, when like half of us got sent back home or whatever.
[He slouches slightly, eyes darting to the ground.] I didn't want everyone to start disappearing even when I was pissed off.
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he's himself... but he's not at the same time and he feels like there's absolutely no one he can talk to about it and that's an incredibly lonely feeling to live with. )
Everyone I know leaves.
( it's why he's used to going at everything alone. maddie and thren have constantly been in and out of his
shortlife and he can never quite find his footing with teams. the avengers, x-force, the x-men... a deep-seated desire to be of relevance echoes within him and yet he finds himself longing to be lost at the same time. )Life's like that I guess. Coming to live with regrets for things you never said or did when you had the chance to and then it's too late.
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[A small flare of anger, though it's not really directed at Nate. It's mostly geared at himself, for taking this long to accept that he's just Scott Summers and he can't be the Scott the others know. Not right now, maybe not even in the future, but he can still be... well, he's working on that. It's just that fixating on feeling like an imposter this entire time hasn't been productive.
It's been draining. Tiring. Probably annoyed everyone else to some degree. And honestly? He's kind of done with that.]
It sucks that Cable and Hope are gone. We can... still feel that, I guess.
[Talking about feelings is hard as fuck, but he needs to get it off his chest in some way, even as he feels himself burrowing his hands deeper inside his pockets. Though his eyes have turned back up to look at Nate, as if gauging his reaction.]
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so he stands there. quiet. staring to the other mutant before he's looking off a little with those blue eyes he's been told he gets from scott. )
It would have been nice to know them.
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Also he doesn't want to encourage that behavior--]
So, guess I want to try harder with the remaining mutants here. [Slight change in topic, though it's tangentially related.]
And yeah that includes you. [...] Not that I want all of us to sit in a fucking circle and bare our feelings, but I really hated not knowing what happened to you.
[Because he cares about him in his stupid teenage not dad way??? Plus seeing Nate overextend himself in Solmara still sticks out in his mind.] Like if you need space, sure whatever, but just getting a 'I'm fine' and then silence for weeks was... hard. I can't sense you like Sophie or Quentin or any of the other telepaths.
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( sensing people he means, but. he knows that's not what scott was really getting at. arms folded there in front of his chest, he looks around them again before letting his blue-eyed gaze trail back over to the other mutant there with him. )
But you should. Get to know the others, I mean.
( a thoughtful look, he glances down for just a moment. )
I'll try to be better about reaching out to you.
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Scott doesn't look all that pleased, but is he ever?? At least he seems accepting.]
Well, good. [...] Also, don't worry about the whole. Scott Summers thing around me anymore, okay? I'm over it.
[Well, kind of. Is a moody teenager ever over anything?? But still.]
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( and he doesn't know if he ever will, so. he wonders if having his parents, despite not knowing them, with all of this... if it might have helped — if it would make any of this easier for him and how alone and confused he feels, but. maybe not. he's always gone it alone. he just... needs to get used to it with this. it's just a little hard when he's struggling with so much.
still, that gets him to eye the other mutant there briefly before he's pocketing his hands. )
You should stay with the others. ( he says then. thoughtful. ) I think it's good for you. To be around them. Or... who's left anyways.
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Though, it doesn't mean he isn't going to frown and look at him with concern.]
...You really think it's good for me to stay with them? [...] But the same doesn't apply to you? They actually know you and like you.
[Well fine--] I mean, I know they're not upset at me anymore and you don't have to do stupid teamwork bullshit all the time, but.
[He motions at Nate as if to tell him that he should understand what he's getting at here.]
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( feelings, perceptions, loyalties. life itself can unexpectedly change in the blink of an eye. sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worst, sometimes for something he doesn't think he has a name for. )
I was possessed and used my powers to help spread the anomaly's influence throughout that Earth. I wouldn't exactly like me either considering everything that happened.
( is this how everyone felt when jean had been possessed by the phoenix force and did the things she did? or did she have a sort of support to come out of this — to find herself amidst the aftermath of herself and pieces she very well likely felt were broken? he doesn't know. can't ask. has to just... figure this out on his own. including how he feels about himself and where his place is, if anywhere. )
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You had the anomaly with you the entire time?
[This sure is a surprise to Scott-- he didn't know what was going on after a while. Or what to stop or where to go, but it was Nate all along?? His worry only grows hearing this, along with a slightly uncomfortable feeling... a truth that he feels like he can grasp but doesn't want to. But he has to. Also maybe a little angry because the other mutants probably knew and didn't tell him and--
There's some staring, something turning in his mind, his frown growing.]
Is it still in you-- what happened back on that other Earth, Nate?
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he doesn't want to go into this but he's already said enough that it's near impossible for scott to just drop it, so. )
It sought me out because of my power. It felt safe with me and I became influenced by it. ( quiet for a moment, he looks to scott dead on but lacks anything there in his own blue eyes. ) I died. I was killed as a means to stop it all.
( and he feels... cold. alone. broken. )
We might come back after death, but that doesn't make it any easier to actually go through.
( or deal with after. )
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He almost misses the rest of what he says as those words repeat in a loop inside his head. It's such a weird thing to deal with, especially since he's still talking to the person that actually died. He's not gone forever. Maybe it should be something that's relieving, that he didn't have to say goodbye to Nate, but an uncomfortable feeling settles in his chest as he stares at the other mutant.
Upset, confused, surprised, multiple emotions are conveyed in a single look from Scott, unable to say anything at first. He's still processing this.]
What-- no, why would it be easy-- of course not! [A flare of anger, but still mostly just upset that this happened in the first place.] Why didn't you tell anyone?!
[At least he knows why Nate was distant to everyone, though it doesn't help all that much.]
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( and he's not the only telepath here.
it can feel scott's anger not only through his words but in his emotions as well and it's why he didn't want to talk about this. it's over and done with. nothing will change what happened and he came back, so. who cares? right? except he thinks he does. maybe. he's still figuring it out — still dealing with everything that's come with dying and coming back to life unexpectedly. it hasn't been easy and he wonders at times if it'll ever begin to feel easier. wade's company helps, but. he doesn't know. )
I have nightmares. I don't feel myself. I don't know if I'm even me anymore half the time. Reaching out about it hasn't exactly been my top priority.
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Nate's opening up to Scott right now and... it feels important? It's what he wanted, and he's trying in all this, even if he doesn't know what to say. It's that confusion that helps to lower the anger he felt just now, though he's still just upset that all this happened in the first place.]
...You were possessed by a really powerful anomaly before dying, of course you wouldn't feel like yourself. I'd be surprised if you knew exactly how to feel and what to do after all that. [....] All of that must've sucked. Like a lot. And. Sorry.
[A true poet, this one.]
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It happened. Nothing can be done about it.
( though, he falls quiet for a breath. )
Thanks though. ( another pause. ) For saying something.
( because he's been dealing with feeling like he deserved to die and it wouldn't have mattered if he came back or not. )
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But...]
Yeah, sure. Glad I was able to tell you that dying sucks and hearing that you died really sucks.
[Somewhat glum, maybe pouty in that familiar Summers way.] Don't forget that we all still... care in our stupid asshole way.
[The other mutants. He's finally figured that out.]
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I need to… figure things out.
( exile himself, in a sense. )
But if you need me, just think at me. I’ll always hear it.
( for a moment, he stands there, unsure how to go about this. he’s not ready to be around others - doesn’t think himself welcome, but. this is… something. maybe. coming to see scott like this and it’s not like he’s closing the door on him. just gently keeping it ajar. because he needs to figure a lot of stuff out. needs to try and find himself in all of this.
after going with that hesitation, he finally reaches out and gently allows himself to hug the younger mutant, a means, perhaps, to gently reassure him of his still being here. physically at least. )
Even if I don’t ever meet him, I’m glad I got to meet you.
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You can think loudly at me. If you... need me too.
[He tries, because he wants to offer at least that much because he's not a total prick and they're mutants and they have a weird and complex relationship. And. He still cares in his own way, he never stopped, really. Just sometimes hard to express, when you're a relatively new mutant in a world with mutants that are different and finding your place amongst them.
But he's getting it, slowly. He doesn't want Nate to feel entirely alone in all this.
So, when he's hugged, Scott only takes a few seconds before gently hugging him back as well-- arms moving to wrap around him in something solid but not too squeezing.]
...Thanks. [Quiet, but meaningful. Really, those words from Nate mean more than he may think.] I'm glad too. That you're here.
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it’s why when he pulls back some there’s a wetness to his blue eyes — a quiet longing for belonging and having something genuine and real and that won’t be ripped away from him unexpectedly. it doesn’t help with the loneliness — with the way he’s been trying to just take it day by day after everything that happened and he rubs at his eyes with the tips of his fingers when he realizes the wetness there.
clearing his throat, he glances down and away. )
I’m glad one of us is.
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There are times when he can be a dick, but there's no hint of mockery or anything in the teen as he watches the way Nate rubs at his eyes. Obviously affected just from the stuff they shared. Because of him?? Fuck, thinking that, realizing that, nearly forms a knot in his own throat. He's not about to tug him into another hug, even if a small part of it is tempting, instead choosing to quietly let Nate compose himself-- though that leaves him to awkwardly shift on his feet as he deals with his own realization. Yeah, he's said what he wanted to say, but dealing with emotions and feelings is just really hard.
But the moment's passed and Nate's clearing his throat, obviously trying to compose himself. He raises his hand briefly, as if still deciding, before just going forward and letting it rest on the other's arm.]
Come on, you're a Summers. That means you're automatically less annoying than almost everyone here.
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You're the Summers here between us. I'm just some guy who fell from one universe into another by accident.
( at that, he gently pulls back some. )
If you need my help, I'll come. Just try to stay out of trouble.
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Also, eyebrow arching at that comment.]
You realize that between the two of us, you've been the one that's gotten into trouble more.
[LOOK he's just saying!! He hasn't fallen into a coma or died so he thinks his track record is a bit better right now. Maybe a low blow but Scott never said he was above such things.]
But I will. And same goes for you, okay? I still can't fully control my powers, but guess I'm more used to them now.
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dadscott. )I'm running on borrowed time so it doesn't matter much.
( he's only got a few years left to live before his body shuts down on him because he's Too Powerful. thanks, sinister. )
as for your powers, you'll figure them out.
( just like he's had to figure out his own. )
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[He'll make it an order or something!! Yeah!! Even though he's not really in any sort of leadership position here-- he's definitely not Cyclops yet. Or ever. Who fucking knows. Still, he wants to make it known to Nate that he won't be happy about that.]
Guess it helps to know that even the other me still has to wear sunglasses all the time. I mean, it sucks too, but. [Face scrunch, as if he has a hard time really explaining it all. He waves his hand dismissively instead.]
Yeah, I'll keep practicing or whatever. It's what I have.
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