[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.
( he’s not really sure what else to say to that, so.
a sigh soft in the way it leaves his lips, he slides his hands into his pockets and stands there staring to the other mutant for a little longer. it’s funny to think this is more or less all he has left for family when they’re also so very far from being anything close to that.
with that in mind, he glances down for a moment. )
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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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( he’s not really sure what else to say to that, so.
a sigh soft in the way it leaves his lips, he slides his hands into his pockets and stands there staring to the other mutant for a little longer. it’s funny to think this is more or less all he has left for family when they’re also so very far from being anything close to that.
with that in mind, he glances down for a moment. )
I’ll be around when you need me.