( 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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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.