I'm not pushing you to the floor. I have better bedside manner than that.
[A slight joke, though he is still serious about what he said. He doesn't intend to shove the other away unless something really extreme happens. Alexander has been dealing with these feelings by himself, without anyone familial, and it's not something even Scott is going through right now. He has Alex and Raven. The fact that he can see how puffy his eyes are only cements his feelings, with Scott nodding at Alexander with a sort of dedication that he normally just exhibits on missions. Or when he's talking about mutants or caring about the X-Men. A seriousness combined with a level of care.
But almost smoothly, he raises himself up-- before offering a hand to his friend.]
[Normally, he wouldn't believe words like that spoken at face value. Often times people would be nice to get on his good side so it was hard to believe what was real or not. However, when Scott offers that hand, and shows true sincerity with his words, it's hard to deny that he truly means it.
So, with that in mind, he takes his hand as slowly stands up from the floor. A tired, but genuine smile appearing on his face as he tiredly walks toward the bed with his friend, and practically just flops there. Body still sore from how hard he had cried, and how his heart was still aching from anxiety.
Still, there is something that comes to mind.]
... Do you have a sibling?
[Scott was genuinely kind, but a lot of his mannerisms and care remind him of his siblings.]
[Luckily he's already dressed for bed that it's easy for him to flop back on the sheets as well, shifting just slightly so that he can give more space for Alexander. The celestial is far taller than him, not to mention that he's now sharing space with someone instead of being by himself, but it's an easy adjustment as he rests his head back against the pillow after a few seconds. Already, he can feel his body relax; it's true that he really isn't bothered sharing his bed for the night with his friend. It's probably from living in a mansion with a bunch of students and his friends for 10 years now.
Besides, he's never been about abandoning someone that needs help.
With his breath evening, Scott lets his eyes close for a moment, until he hears Alexander and. Oh. Ah.
There's a moment of silence from the mutant, and one might think he's just fallen asleep, but it's clear that he's thinking about his answer-- his throat swallowing as he stares up his ceiling. Not the easiest topic for him, especially when it feels like it's come out of the blue, but he carefully tries to shove those more complicated feelings underneath so he can answer.]
...An older brother.
[He died. Except, he's here now. But he doesn't want to talk about Alex being dead, especially not in front of someone that is already missing his own family. Besides, it sort of feels strange to talk about Alex being gone when he can literally call him right now and ask how he's doing. It's a strange feeling to him, but also one he doesn't want to take for granted.
He doesn't want to talk about he's gone or else he might jinx it. It feels silly to think that way but.] He's actually here in this world with me. I got lucky.
[While his siblings would be subjected to Alexander draping over them like an overly clingy cat, Scott is spared from this fate. For now. Instead, he tries his best to stay at the edge of the bed without completely falling off. Tired eyes staring down at the sheets underneath, to avoid any awkward eye contact that might happen while they're trying to settle into bed.
Truly, he thinks nothing of his question. He's so tired that it doesn't properly form in his head that Scott might not have a sibling at all, or that he might not get along with them. So, for that short moment, he does assume that Scott fell asleep.
In fact, he feels his eyes start to close just enough to linger into slumber, before they flutter open again and stares at his companion with a raised eyebrow. Quietly noting something... Off about that answer. He can't quite put his finger on it, but Scott will notice that he's scooting just a bit closer. A lame attempt to comfort him in silence, even if he doesn't know what to make of it.]
... I see.
[It feels right not to ask any further. It's been a long night, and the last thing he wants to do is to exhaust his friend.]
We can save this conversation for another time, I suppose. We should probably get some sleep... Especially if you want me to get out of your hair in the morning.
[If he notices how his friend draws closer to him... he definitely doesn't react upon it. There's just that simple, almost silent acceptance, even if a part of him wants to draw away from letting that glimpse of vulnerability prop up.
But Alexander doesn't push.]
Sleep would do us both good.
[He's thankful for the reprieve. Talking about his own feelings to another person is still a difficult thing for him, at least when it's not someone by the name of 'Jean Grey.' Keeping it in, trying to hold steady, that is far more familiar to him. Maybe he'll open up at some point, but not right now and especially since he is actually a bit tired. They both need rest.]
But you can sleep in, that's fine. I'll allow it this time.
[While he feels a bit bad that he's taken up most of Scott's night with his own mental health issues, he keeps a mental but silent note in the back of his mind to give the same grace and kindness that Scott has given him. Well aware that the leader might have a lot of baggage of his own that he may want, or need to talk about in the future.
He doesn't press it though. Even if he wants to help.]
Now you're really starting to sound like Camille. But fine, do not be surprised if I'm draping on you and you are unable to move. My husband has told me that I'm dead weight when I'm sleeping.
[Very cat like indeed, but he presses a bit closer to where their bodies are touching. The warmth of another, trusted body enough to make his mind slip into a peaceful sleep that he hasn't experienced since coming here.]
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[A slight joke, though he is still serious about what he said. He doesn't intend to shove the other away unless something really extreme happens. Alexander has been dealing with these feelings by himself, without anyone familial, and it's not something even Scott is going through right now. He has Alex and Raven. The fact that he can see how puffy his eyes are only cements his feelings, with Scott nodding at Alexander with a sort of dedication that he normally just exhibits on missions. Or when he's talking about mutants or caring about the X-Men. A seriousness combined with a level of care.
But almost smoothly, he raises himself up-- before offering a hand to his friend.]
Let's get some rest.
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So, with that in mind, he takes his hand as slowly stands up from the floor. A tired, but genuine smile appearing on his face as he tiredly walks toward the bed with his friend, and practically just flops there. Body still sore from how hard he had cried, and how his heart was still aching from anxiety.
Still, there is something that comes to mind.]
... Do you have a sibling?
[Scott was genuinely kind, but a lot of his mannerisms and care remind him of his siblings.]
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Besides, he's never been about abandoning someone that needs help.
With his breath evening, Scott lets his eyes close for a moment, until he hears Alexander and. Oh. Ah.
There's a moment of silence from the mutant, and one might think he's just fallen asleep, but it's clear that he's thinking about his answer-- his throat swallowing as he stares up his ceiling. Not the easiest topic for him, especially when it feels like it's come out of the blue, but he carefully tries to shove those more complicated feelings underneath so he can answer.]
...An older brother.
[He died. Except, he's here now. But he doesn't want to talk about Alex being dead, especially not in front of someone that is already missing his own family. Besides, it sort of feels strange to talk about Alex being gone when he can literally call him right now and ask how he's doing. It's a strange feeling to him, but also one he doesn't want to take for granted.
He doesn't want to talk about he's gone or else he might jinx it. It feels silly to think that way but.] He's actually here in this world with me. I got lucky.
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Truly, he thinks nothing of his question. He's so tired that it doesn't properly form in his head that Scott might not have a sibling at all, or that he might not get along with them. So, for that short moment, he does assume that Scott fell asleep.
In fact, he feels his eyes start to close just enough to linger into slumber, before they flutter open again and stares at his companion with a raised eyebrow. Quietly noting something... Off about that answer. He can't quite put his finger on it, but Scott will notice that he's scooting just a bit closer. A lame attempt to comfort him in silence, even if he doesn't know what to make of it.]
... I see.
[It feels right not to ask any further. It's been a long night, and the last thing he wants to do is to exhaust his friend.]
We can save this conversation for another time, I suppose. We should probably get some sleep... Especially if you want me to get out of your hair in the morning.
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But Alexander doesn't push.]
Sleep would do us both good.
[He's thankful for the reprieve. Talking about his own feelings to another person is still a difficult thing for him, at least when it's not someone by the name of 'Jean Grey.' Keeping it in, trying to hold steady, that is far more familiar to him. Maybe he'll open up at some point, but not right now and especially since he is actually a bit tired. They both need rest.]
But you can sleep in, that's fine. I'll allow it this time.
[A small smile, teasing once more.]
🎀
He doesn't press it though. Even if he wants to help.]
Now you're really starting to sound like Camille. But fine, do not be surprised if I'm draping on you and you are unable to move. My husband has told me that I'm dead weight when I'm sleeping.
[Very cat like indeed, but he presses a bit closer to where their bodies are touching. The warmth of another, trusted body enough to make his mind slip into a peaceful sleep that he hasn't experienced since coming here.]