[He resists the urge to stick his tongue out at her, only stopping because he feels like it wouldn't be worth it in the end. Also.]
I was born in the 80s, not the 1800s! I know what a car is!
[He even has his driver's permit! But also he'd probably still try to drive a car even if he didn't have one. And now that she's stopping him from driving, Scott has to be a stubborn asshole about it.] What's so advanced about your car anyway? Got a button there that can launch missiles or turn on a turbo engine?
[Asks the teen that has seen too many James Bond movies.]
[He holds out his hand for the keys, as if he's going to show and prove to her right now that he can and will drive her car and do all those things that she just mentioned. He can definitely turn on the car and blast the heater on, even though he has no idea what she means by connecting music from her phone to the car.
It's fine, he'll figure it out. How hard can it be?]
Then we'll go the mall and... do whatever that you have planned now. Because you don't want me to think about the other Scott.
(He's definitely going to fail, which is going to make him even more irritable, but may that serve as a lesson or whatever. She doesn't know, but she posed a challenge, so he'd better at least try his best. Keys are handed, and she shrugs.
God, truly doing a great job with him, although she didn't hide at all the fact that she was up to some shit.)
Oh, no, you can think about it all you want, I'm not your real dad, and I don't give a shit if you're thinking about him. What I give a shit is if you think I'm gonna abandon you for him or that you start that insane comparison because you have to become him or whatever.
So, correction, we're going to go to the mall to do some stupid dumb shit, because I prefer you with me, even if you're going to be bitchy, than you going through a crisis on your own. Understood?
[To Scott's credit, he does get the car turned on and the heater going, but when it comes to actually figuring out how to connect the music? Yeah, it's a struggle there, one that the mutant doesn't even bother in hiding. He frowns and hits a couple of buttons on the dash before slumping in his seat with a pout. If given enough time, he'd probably figure it out, but then Sophie is actually talking to him-- like really talking and he straightens up just a little, though that grumpy face doesn't leave him yet.
...
What was he expecting Sophie to say? For her to laugh at him? Tell him to his face that yeah, she is abandoning him and that he is nothing compared to that other Scott? He knew that something like that would never happen, but he still can't help but turn his body just enough so that he's looking away from her and out of the driver side's window-- just so that she doesn't see his stupid lip tremble. He really doesn't know why anyone, especially someone that's basically a stranger, would try this hard for him, put up with all his shit for months now.
He didn't know people could feel that way about him. But. It means so much, he doesn't want to lose it, ever. A loud sniff could be heard from Scott, like he's trying so hard not to do anything too embarrassing next to her.]
(Oh, God, kiddo, you're breaking her heart. She loves to pretend she doesn't have one, but she's so damn sentimental that it makes her detachment so strange. Sophie can hear the sniffing, feel all the emotion pouring from him, and once he looks away, she struggles with several actions of reaching, returning, lifting her hand, putting it down, how does she comfort — how does she fucking do this? She knows she can, she's done it before, but wow, that's — well, fuck it, hope that's enough somehow. An honest attempt.
So, she unfastens their seatbelts, pulling him to rest his head on her shoulder with her arms around him. She also has no idea what to say, she's sure opening her mouth would be disastrous, and while she has several hesitancies about doing this and not meeting expectations later on running through her head, she'll do it anyway, quietly.)
[He doesn't outright cry, but it's still telling in the way that he doesn't resist when she pulls him into that comforting hug. Just Sophie's arms around him in an embrace that speaks volumes, even if she's not saying anything herself. That's more than fine with Scott, maybe it's easier in a way too, her silently supporting him as he finally turns into their hold so that he can bury his face against her shoulder. Maybe a little awkward with his sunglasses, the frames bumping up, but he's closing his eyes anyway as he hugs her back.]
Sophie... I...
[He's sorry?? For being stupid? For doubting her? But all of that feels too much for him to admit right now, so he goes with something else, another emotion that is just as powerful and that he can say with one single breath.] T-thanks...
(And she means it, it's at least something easy that she can tell him. It can be super hard to be there for him, he sometimes makes it really hard, but it's a choice she made months ago and can't see herself ever making a different one.
She's glad he's here, and she presses that feeling into a kiss to the top of his head. She'll let him stay in that embrace, gentle caresses to hair and shoulder as further comfort in the absence of more verbal reassurance. Once he's ready again, she'll grab her phone again and give it to him.)
Come on, I'm teaching you, you're doing it, and then you're driving us to the mall, yeah?
[Permission to not say any more embarrassing things and that's fine with him. He'll just continue to seek Sophie's supporting embrace, his arms wrapped around her as his body lightly trembles. Still not outright crying, like he wants to keep that much still, but it's not like he can really hide from a telepath. It's some comfort, even if a little invasive sometimes, because at least he knows that Sophie knows how he feels without him needing to express it.
But eventually, with one large inhale, he pulls back and wipes his eyes, nodding a little to her suggestion.]
Mall sounds good. Hopefully the new flavor of slushie is there...
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I was born in the 80s, not the 1800s! I know what a car is!
[He even has his driver's permit! But also he'd probably still try to drive a car even if he didn't have one. And now that she's stopping him from driving, Scott has to be a stubborn asshole about it.] What's so advanced about your car anyway? Got a button there that can launch missiles or turn on a turbo engine?
[Asks the teen that has seen too many James Bond movies.]
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(He can resist, she definitely doesn't, scrunching her face and showing her tongue in peak maturity as they move out to the garage.)
Okay. If you figure out how to turn on my car, turn on the heater, and put some music on from my phone, then you get to drive it.
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[He holds out his hand for the keys, as if he's going to show and prove to her right now that he can and will drive her car and do all those things that she just mentioned. He can definitely turn on the car and blast the heater on, even though he has no idea what she means by connecting music from her phone to the car.
It's fine, he'll figure it out. How hard can it be?]
Then we'll go the mall and... do whatever that you have planned now. Because you don't want me to think about the other Scott.
[Yeah he's just bringing that up now.]
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God, truly doing a great job with him, although she didn't hide at all the fact that she was up to some shit.)
Oh, no, you can think about it all you want, I'm not your real dad, and I don't give a shit if you're thinking about him. What I give a shit is if you think I'm gonna abandon you for him or that you start that insane comparison because you have to become him or whatever.
So, correction, we're going to go to the mall to do some stupid dumb shit, because I prefer you with me, even if you're going to be bitchy, than you going through a crisis on your own. Understood?
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...
What was he expecting Sophie to say? For her to laugh at him? Tell him to his face that yeah, she is abandoning him and that he is nothing compared to that other Scott? He knew that something like that would never happen, but he still can't help but turn his body just enough so that he's looking away from her and out of the driver side's window-- just so that she doesn't see his stupid lip tremble. He really doesn't know why anyone, especially someone that's basically a stranger, would try this hard for him, put up with all his shit for months now.
He didn't know people could feel that way about him. But. It means so much, he doesn't want to lose it, ever. A loud sniff could be heard from Scott, like he's trying so hard not to do anything too embarrassing next to her.]
...Okay.
[Voice quiet, but also audibly watery.]
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So, she unfastens their seatbelts, pulling him to rest his head on her shoulder with her arms around him. She also has no idea what to say, she's sure opening her mouth would be disastrous, and while she has several hesitancies about doing this and not meeting expectations later on running through her head, she'll do it anyway, quietly.)
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Sophie... I...
[He's sorry?? For being stupid? For doubting her? But all of that feels too much for him to admit right now, so he goes with something else, another emotion that is just as powerful and that he can say with one single breath.] T-thanks...
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(And she means it, it's at least something easy that she can tell him. It can be super hard to be there for him, he sometimes makes it really hard, but it's a choice she made months ago and can't see herself ever making a different one.
She's glad he's here, and she presses that feeling into a kiss to the top of his head. She'll let him stay in that embrace, gentle caresses to hair and shoulder as further comfort in the absence of more verbal reassurance. Once he's ready again, she'll grab her phone again and give it to him.)
Come on, I'm teaching you, you're doing it, and then you're driving us to the mall, yeah?
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[Permission to not say any more embarrassing things and that's fine with him. He'll just continue to seek Sophie's supporting embrace, his arms wrapped around her as his body lightly trembles. Still not outright crying, like he wants to keep that much still, but it's not like he can really hide from a telepath. It's some comfort, even if a little invasive sometimes, because at least he knows that Sophie knows how he feels without him needing to express it.
But eventually, with one large inhale, he pulls back and wipes his eyes, nodding a little to her suggestion.]
Mall sounds good. Hopefully the new flavor of slushie is there...