I know. ( A beat, he faintly smiles some. ) Maybe Cable will have better luck.
( Being the old and grumpy guy that he is. Patience or not, he knows the other mutantโ his half-brother is protective of both himself and Scott. He's felt it. So he knows he'll do whatever he can to not only keep them safe, but to be there for them in whatever capacity that might be. Maybe it's the father in him. Not like he can relate there, just go off what he feels and picks up on. )
He just needs to figure his place out here. I can relate. But I mean... at least it's not as if I know Scott Summers at all in any capacity, so. Not much to compare him to. It might help a little. Maybe. We'll see.
Might be better. I'll admit, too, I am kind of in over my head with this mentoring thing. At least I told him I'm going to fuck up a bunch, so he's warned. I think he just needs to figure out who he is, not what everyone else thinks he will be. Gotta give him some space for that, I guess.
(She's not Emma "I Live To Teach" Frost. "Teaching Is My Passion" Frost. She's also figuring this out as she goes.
... But, you know. Nugget of information to Nate, if he hears it.)
Quire is in Slim's team currently, you know. If you ask him about Cyclops, you might get a somewhat decent answer if you can filter out the annoying.
( At the suggestion, the sound he makes is a soft one of amusement and he ducks his head for a moment. )
Yeah. Jean's here, too, so. You know.
( His mother who would definitely know Scott Summers best. Shrug of his shoulders, he looks back up, flicking his hair out of his face as he does. )
I don't know. Conversations I haven't had yet. Not sure when I will. ( Glancing off, he drags his teeth over his bottom lip for a moment. ) I just hope it works out for him.
(Just out of curiosity. She's a bit lost on the importance of Scott in his life, how much does he really miss a father figure or how much does he miss the father he could have. No clue. In her case, Emma has her moments that have the Cuckoos riled up, so it goes up and down.
She finds the ledge to sit on, patting the space next to her with danging legs after she removes the heels. Come on, he's finally talking, this is good.)
Bit fucked up, isn't it? Taking all of us from different worlds, different places, different times, just expecting it all to work out somehow.
He gives it a second or two after she pats the space beside her there on the ledge before he goes and takes a seat there, hands still in his pockets and a leg stretched out some. Looking ahead, he mulls that over. About how, for the most part, the mutants here are from relatively different points in time, if not a completely different Earth. )
Just a bit, yeah. Especially when you feel like the outsider around everyone else.
( He's mostly thinking of Scott there, but. He has the same feeling at times, too. )
I don't really see how something as stupid as camp could be considered a mission to prove your world is worth saving. But I'm also guessing it's not anything we're supposed to really understand just yet.
I know it's not the same, but if it helps, almost no one could tell I'm Sophie, and even then, everyone just knows the three that stayed alive, so I was also a little misplaced.
(Which she can't really blame them. They are identical, voice, looks, behavior, even Emma messes up sometimes. But, hey, look, she's doing somewhat okay. For all the bravado and attitude, the Cuckoos, especially the dead ones, are pretty damn friendless.
She can do it, he can do it, she supposes.)
My guess? It wasn't a real mission. They wanted to keep us occupied while you guys were off.
( He hums at her guess concerning their recent camping expedition and looks back ahead. Itโs definitely something to consider and something to keep an eye out for going forward, he thinks. All the trouble theyโd gone to in order to assist and even retrieve Auroraโsโฆ brother. Strange to think artificial intelligence can have family like that, but. Seems to be a thing. Here he is hoping their efforts wonโt have been in vain. )
Guess weโll just have to keep all eyes open.
( Looking back to her with those blue eyes of his, he lets his gaze linger for a little before he offers her a quiet smile, just barely there. )
How are things with you besides having all this responsibility on you now?
( Both with Scott and this building she has for herself. )
That's literally all we have, anyway. Not like we have a technopath in the team.
(And truth be told, she absolutely hates it. What can she even do? Kool-aid woman in diamond form through the servers? What for? Accomplishes absolutely nothing. Pretty ridiculous, if you ask her.
With her face resting on her knuckles, elbow on her thigh, there's a sigh when he finishes asking.)
It's fine. It's new, I have no idea what I am doing, but I'm doing it anyway. Aside from that, I'm currently wondering if I scared you too hard.
( He canโt help the blink he gives when she goes and says what she does there, gaze trailing off some, bemused for only a moment before that smile is gently touching his lips again. Leaning over a touch, he bumps his shoulder to hers, gently. )
Feel like this is a trick question.
( What woman doesnโt want to put a man in their place? Still, his words are playfully soft and heโs looking ahead again, letting go of a sigh there on his lips. )
Iโm good. Figuring things out, like I said. But I get the feeling a lot of us are here to some degree.
(Oof. Yeah, he is correct. It would be, 99.9% of the time, especially coming from a Stepford Cuckoo. No offense taken, but instead, a small chuckle as she rests her head on his shoulder for a moment there.)
I'm assuming no one told you anything about me either, so I guess you were kind of robbed of the cautionary tales. Today, it's not a trick question.
(At least it's said in a light, gentle tone, almost a joke for the last part of her sentence.
Not from her, at least. The only one in this place who has dealt with her personally and remembers it is Quentin. Julian has, too, but he's not from the same time as Sophie is, so it matters less.
Still, though. Cuckoos are an entity.)
Yeah. Everyone who was blessed and cursed with an X-Gene has not a single moment of peace, unfortunately.
( When her head touches his shoulder, he looks to her with a gentleness that's almost hidden before he lets his gaze drift off across the room, quiet there as he sits with her on the ledge. A glance down, hair falls in front of his face. )
Feels like it.
( More so back on Earth than here, but. Who knows. Maybe thatโll change with the missions or everything else. Either way, he tips his head back โ flicks those bangs out of his face โ and looks up as he sits there, hands coming out of his pockets to curl fingers under the lip of the ledge. )
Guess all we can do is take it one day at a time, right?
(She does notice the softness, but likewise, she notices the lack of an arm wrapping around her with the opening she has given. Well, suppose that is that.
It's all she can do, open, offer, and whether he takes it or not is up to him. She isn't pulling away, though. Instead, she's sighing, and without meaning to, she picks up on that mention of Earth versus Etraya.
Well.)
Here too, Nate. I have had people bug me to learn who the telepaths are, what we can do, and I have heard a human with all the "good intentions" thinking about how they can "help". I'd be careful.
( Out of the corner of his eye he looks to her โ picks up on something without meaning to. Sometimes he hates that. Feeling everything around him. Always a gentle brush across his own feelings and mind, like a cool breeze on a summer day. Itโs easy enough to ignore it, just as itโs easy enough to take in a deep breath and slip into everything that comes with that breeze.
Gentle, fingers reach over to take hers, a squeeze given as he looks to her. Pensive. )
I wonโt let anything happen to youโฆ and Iโm not saying that because I donโt think you can handle yourself. I just mean Iโll look out for you and if you need me, Iโll be there.
( A beat, he looks down to their fingers, hand holding hers. )
She's the strongest sister, and yet, here, after going non-contact so abrutly, her powers are all glitchy, unreliable, and she lacks what the full set can do. She's an extremely competent telepath, but it's different โ relying on versions of yourself versus other people. Harder is doing it in a normal way, not manipulating her way through it.
She means to tell him, at least. Her eyes dart to their joint hands, a thumb caressing across skin before she sighs.)
Honestly, with how things were before I got here, I'd be more concerned about me doing something impulsive rather than them managing to hurt me.
( The brush of her thumb has his eyes fall shut for just a moment and he opens them again with that softness there in the bright blue shade he wears. Sheโs always wanting to know about him โ where heโs from and what heโs thinking or feeling without prying it out of him. She feels guarded sometimes with her own things, like Quentin, but. Maybe they all are to an extent. Maybe theyโre all carrying their own traumas, guilts, mistakes, and anger that theyโd rather just not talk about. Itโs easy enough to feel it there on the surface of oneโs mind, another thing entirely to force open the door and take a look with or without consent.
So he leans again โ presses his brow to hers and looks to her, hand still holding hers. )
Noโฆ but if you want to, you can. Or you can show me, if thatโs easier.
(At least, well, what she is about to tell him is going to probably explain a lot about who she is as a person, and about the sentiment a lot of them carry. Different ones, certainly, but the last few months have been... Complicated, or will be in Julian's case โ nevermind the fact she spoiled it already.
Well. She won't show, because it does not pertain just to her, and it's not really fair to Julian when the version they have wasn't the one alongside her back home. He still has a home, and she should have kept her big telepathic mind shut.
Alas.)
Well. The short version? We lost our home. The Five-in-One took it pretty hard, and we decided to go on light terrorism with a douchebag to try and have a home again. Get humans shaking in their little boots with a bit of destruction here and there, manipulate some people on the ground to be at the right place at the right time and get it filmed, and steer some votes so they'd give us designated spaces, and we'd use the proximity to strike back.
(Hopefully he gets that that's just code for the hivemind.)
Turns out, sending the one Cuckoo that wants to die a hero is kind of shit for terrorist plans. I ended up, ugh, caring, and I couldn't go along with it. Cut myself off the hivemind entirely, fucked over my powers, which you've seen, and I'm just trying to do good instead of the usual self-serving bullshit.
That said, I'm still so angry, so it's a whole loop of me trying not to dip back everytime the people here get on my nerves with the well-intentions or general anti-telepathy speech.
( He's not offended that she chooses to tell rather than show. It's whatever easiest for her, he'd simply given her the option for either; letting her know he was open to both.
When she speaks, he listens โ keeps his brow there to hers, but will let her pull back if she needs to. He... more or less gets the gist of it โ some things he might not fully understand, but. For the most part, he seems to get what she's saying. Julian had mentioned Krakoa and how it was no more, apparently. Something the other seemed upset about despite his not going into it all that much. Again, things they all seem to rather not want to talk about, or is just easier not to.
Dropping his gaze down to their hands, it's his turn to brush the pad of his thumb over the back of her hand and he licks over his lips before he lifts his gaze back up to meet hers. )
It'd be easier, wouldn't it? ( He smiles a little, though it's more bittersweet. ) To just fix it all with the things we can do. Shut someone up if they get on our nerves.
( He's had those thoughts himselfโ he's done similar here and there. So he drops his gaze again โ focuses on the way her hand looks in his. Soft and delicate compares to his own. )
I think we've all been there at one point or another. ( Telepaths especially. ) So I know it's hard but... I don't know. I think you're doing pretty good so far?
We are more of the... Making it worse variety than fixing it, actually.
(She does distance just for the comfort of looking at him while she tells him the tales of her world. With how he puts things about his own, he assumes he doesn't have mean, blonde, gossiping Regina George types, but alas.
But it is true that it can be quite a difficult feat, regardless of moral stand. She follows his eyes, back to the hands with her long, black-painted almond nails, the perfectionism in the minimal details of her manicure.)
Eh. I'm trying. Takes a lot of mental looping of what my friend said when she found out I was, uh, stabbing her in the back. Something, something, better-person-than-I-think-I-am, something, something, it's a choice.
(She's uncomfortable with emotions. She takes what Kamala said extremely seriously, but also.
It's uncomfortable.
He's not wrong in thinking she's guarded, it's because she is extremely so, even more so now than at home.)
( Sitting there with her on the ledge, hand still in hers, he gives her words another thought or two and offers her a bit of a smile for reassurance. )
Yeah. Trying to fix it but making it worse... seems like our calling.
( The calling of telepaths, that is. )
But trying's better than not. I mean... even if we mess up when trying, as long as we strive to do better or realize our mistakes... I don't know. I think it's better than not caring.
( At that he sighs โ looks off around them. )
I've been around enough people who don't care or only care about themselves.
Still not that, Nate. Making it worse because it's fun. That's where all our brains go, collectively, immediately, and unrestricted. We do it, and that's kinda that.
(Too much faith in her, which is to be expected. He had said as much before that he would always have it for her, and she's just trying to steer him out of the idealism into a more fact-based view.)
You're in the presence of another one in remission, I guess. But you're not wrong, it's better to try rather than not.
( Maybe he does have too much faith in her or those that he knows and cares for, but. He has to have something to hope for, doesn't he? Since it seems like there isn't any hope for himself, so. Might as well direct it somewhere else.
At that, he smiles โ looks down again and brings her hand close to him. Drops a kiss down to the back of it, soft and sweet. )
(Not to self-doubt, because actually, all in all, she's doing so well โ but she just hopes he's not too upset when she slips. Individuality is something she's still figuring out, and that, on top of self-improvement, can get overwhelming at times. She doesn't notice, can't catch herself every time.
But that's a problem for tomorrow Sophie, if she is the one who fucks up. Today's Sophie is going to accept the faith and the kiss, rest a little, press her lips to his cheek.
( The kiss to his cheek gets an arm to wrap around her waist, holding her there close against him while simultaneously leaning into her, head ducked and smile faint on his lips. )
Think Iโm good. For now anyways.
( Because who's to say how heโll feel tomorrow or if a nightmare will grab hold of him tightly tonight or some other night. Always up in the air, just as navigating through this life he has for himself here seems to be as well. Something heโs still getting the hang of in various ways. )
(Her hand goes to his hair, a gentle carress and attempt at soothing. It's all shitty, isn't it? Not a moment of peace, aside the ones they manage to create. This goes right in the list. For now, anyway. Surely something else will get them rattled soon enough.)
I'm fine. I'll give you the grace of three questions if you want them, and then I'm dragging you to learn how to game.
( They'd played some together, too. He can see why it's something people mindlessly do? Just as he can see the appeal of television and the various shows that air on it. Letting his gaze linger on her, his smile is both soft and warm. )
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Date: 2025-06-11 09:26 pm (UTC)( Being the old and grumpy guy that he is. Patience or not, he knows the other mutantโ his half-brother is protective of both himself and Scott. He's felt it. So he knows he'll do whatever he can to not only keep them safe, but to be there for them in whatever capacity that might be. Maybe it's the father in him. Not like he can relate there, just go off what he feels and picks up on. )
He just needs to figure his place out here. I can relate. But I mean... at least it's not as if I know Scott Summers at all in any capacity, so. Not much to compare him to. It might help a little. Maybe. We'll see.
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Date: 2025-06-11 09:40 pm (UTC)(She's not Emma "I Live To Teach" Frost. "Teaching Is My Passion" Frost. She's also figuring this out as she goes.
... But, you know. Nugget of information to Nate, if he hears it.)
Quire is in Slim's team currently, you know. If you ask him about Cyclops, you might get a somewhat decent answer if you can filter out the annoying.
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Date: 2025-06-11 09:45 pm (UTC)Yeah. Jean's here, too, so. You know.
( His mother who would definitely know Scott Summers best. Shrug of his shoulders, he looks back up, flicking his hair out of his face as he does. )
I don't know. Conversations I haven't had yet. Not sure when I will. ( Glancing off, he drags his teeth over his bottom lip for a moment. ) I just hope it works out for him.
( For Scott here. )
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Date: 2025-06-11 10:29 pm (UTC)(Just out of curiosity. She's a bit lost on the importance of Scott in his life, how much does he really miss a father figure or how much does he miss the father he could have. No clue. In her case, Emma has her moments that have the Cuckoos riled up, so it goes up and down.
She finds the ledge to sit on, patting the space next to her with danging legs after she removes the heels. Come on, he's finally talking, this is good.)
Bit fucked up, isn't it? Taking all of us from different worlds, different places, different times, just expecting it all to work out somehow.
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Date: 2025-06-11 10:41 pm (UTC)He gives it a second or two after she pats the space beside her there on the ledge before he goes and takes a seat there, hands still in his pockets and a leg stretched out some. Looking ahead, he mulls that over. About how, for the most part, the mutants here are from relatively different points in time, if not a completely different Earth. )
Just a bit, yeah. Especially when you feel like the outsider around everyone else.
( He's mostly thinking of Scott there, but. He has the same feeling at times, too. )
I don't really see how something as stupid as camp could be considered a mission to prove your world is worth saving. But I'm also guessing it's not anything we're supposed to really understand just yet.
( Or maybe ever. Hell if he knows. )
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Date: 2025-06-11 11:26 pm (UTC)(Which she can't really blame them. They are identical, voice, looks, behavior, even Emma messes up sometimes. But, hey, look, she's doing somewhat okay. For all the bravado and attitude, the Cuckoos, especially the dead ones, are pretty damn friendless.
She can do it, he can do it, she supposes.)
My guess? It wasn't a real mission. They wanted to keep us occupied while you guys were off.
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Date: 2025-06-11 11:40 pm (UTC)Guess weโll just have to keep all eyes open.
( Looking back to her with those blue eyes of his, he lets his gaze linger for a little before he offers her a quiet smile, just barely there. )
How are things with you besides having all this responsibility on you now?
( Both with Scott and this building she has for herself. )
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Date: 2025-06-12 12:13 am (UTC)(And truth be told, she absolutely hates it. What can she even do? Kool-aid woman in diamond form through the servers? What for? Accomplishes absolutely nothing. Pretty ridiculous, if you ask her.
With her face resting on her knuckles, elbow on her thigh, there's a sigh when he finishes asking.)
It's fine. It's new, I have no idea what I am doing, but I'm doing it anyway. Aside from that, I'm currently wondering if I scared you too hard.
(She knows she is so much.)
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Date: 2025-06-12 08:56 am (UTC)Feel like this is a trick question.
( What woman doesnโt want to put a man in their place? Still, his words are playfully soft and heโs looking ahead again, letting go of a sigh there on his lips. )
Iโm good. Figuring things out, like I said. But I get the feeling a lot of us are here to some degree.
( Mutants, he means. )
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Date: 2025-06-12 11:58 am (UTC)I'm assuming no one told you anything about me either, so I guess you were kind of robbed of the cautionary tales. Today, it's not a trick question.
(At least it's said in a light, gentle tone, almost a joke for the last part of her sentence.
Not from her, at least. The only one in this place who has dealt with her personally and remembers it is Quentin. Julian has, too, but he's not from the same time as Sophie is, so it matters less.
Still, though. Cuckoos are an entity.)
Yeah. Everyone who was blessed and cursed with an X-Gene has not a single moment of peace, unfortunately.
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Date: 2025-06-12 01:43 pm (UTC)Feels like it.
( More so back on Earth than here, but. Who knows. Maybe thatโll change with the missions or everything else. Either way, he tips his head back โ flicks those bangs out of his face โ and looks up as he sits there, hands coming out of his pockets to curl fingers under the lip of the ledge. )
Guess all we can do is take it one day at a time, right?
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Date: 2025-06-12 01:57 pm (UTC)It's all she can do, open, offer, and whether he takes it or not is up to him. She isn't pulling away, though. Instead, she's sighing, and without meaning to, she picks up on that mention of Earth versus Etraya.
Well.)
Here too, Nate. I have had people bug me to learn who the telepaths are, what we can do, and I have heard a human with all the "good intentions" thinking about how they can "help". I'd be careful.
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Date: 2025-06-12 02:06 pm (UTC)Gentle, fingers reach over to take hers, a squeeze given as he looks to her. Pensive. )
I wonโt let anything happen to youโฆ and Iโm not saying that because I donโt think you can handle yourself. I just mean Iโll look out for you and if you need me, Iโll be there.
( A beat, he looks down to their fingers, hand holding hers. )
You got me.
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Date: 2025-06-12 02:22 pm (UTC)(It's hard.
She's the strongest sister, and yet, here, after going non-contact so abrutly, her powers are all glitchy, unreliable, and she lacks what the full set can do. She's an extremely competent telepath, but it's different โ relying on versions of yourself versus other people. Harder is doing it in a normal way, not manipulating her way through it.
She means to tell him, at least. Her eyes dart to their joint hands, a thumb caressing across skin before she sighs.)
Honestly, with how things were before I got here, I'd be more concerned about me doing something impulsive rather than them managing to hurt me.
... Did I tell you what happened at home?
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Date: 2025-06-12 02:33 pm (UTC)So he leans again โ presses his brow to hers and looks to her, hand still holding hers. )
Noโฆ but if you want to, you can. Or you can show me, if thatโs easier.
( Telepaths and all. )
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Date: 2025-06-12 07:31 pm (UTC)(At least, well, what she is about to tell him is going to probably explain a lot about who she is as a person, and about the sentiment a lot of them carry. Different ones, certainly, but the last few months have been... Complicated, or will be in Julian's case โ nevermind the fact she spoiled it already.
Well. She won't show, because it does not pertain just to her, and it's not really fair to Julian when the version they have wasn't the one alongside her back home. He still has a home, and she should have kept her big telepathic mind shut.
Alas.)
Well. The short version? We lost our home. The Five-in-One took it pretty hard, and we decided to go on light terrorism with a douchebag to try and have a home again. Get humans shaking in their little boots with a bit of destruction here and there, manipulate some people on the ground to be at the right place at the right time and get it filmed, and steer some votes so they'd give us designated spaces, and we'd use the proximity to strike back.
(Hopefully he gets that that's just code for the hivemind.)
Turns out, sending the one Cuckoo that wants to die a hero is kind of shit for terrorist plans. I ended up, ugh, caring, and I couldn't go along with it. Cut myself off the hivemind entirely, fucked over my powers, which you've seen, and I'm just trying to do good instead of the usual self-serving bullshit.
That said, I'm still so angry, so it's a whole loop of me trying not to dip back everytime the people here get on my nerves with the well-intentions or general anti-telepathy speech.
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Date: 2025-06-12 07:41 pm (UTC)When she speaks, he listens โ keeps his brow there to hers, but will let her pull back if she needs to. He... more or less gets the gist of it โ some things he might not fully understand, but. For the most part, he seems to get what she's saying. Julian had mentioned Krakoa and how it was no more, apparently. Something the other seemed upset about despite his not going into it all that much. Again, things they all seem to rather not want to talk about, or is just easier not to.
Dropping his gaze down to their hands, it's his turn to brush the pad of his thumb over the back of her hand and he licks over his lips before he lifts his gaze back up to meet hers. )
It'd be easier, wouldn't it? ( He smiles a little, though it's more bittersweet. ) To just fix it all with the things we can do. Shut someone up if they get on our nerves.
( He's had those thoughts himselfโ he's done similar here and there. So he drops his gaze again โ focuses on the way her hand looks in his. Soft and delicate compares to his own. )
I think we've all been there at one point or another. ( Telepaths especially. ) So I know it's hard but... I don't know. I think you're doing pretty good so far?
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Date: 2025-06-12 07:57 pm (UTC)(She does distance just for the comfort of looking at him while she tells him the tales of her world. With how he puts things about his own, he assumes he doesn't have mean, blonde, gossiping Regina George types, but alas.
But it is true that it can be quite a difficult feat, regardless of moral stand. She follows his eyes, back to the hands with her long, black-painted almond nails, the perfectionism in the minimal details of her manicure.)
Eh. I'm trying. Takes a lot of mental looping of what my friend said when she found out I was, uh, stabbing her in the back. Something, something, better-person-than-I-think-I-am, something, something, it's a choice.
(She's uncomfortable with emotions. She takes what Kamala said extremely seriously, but also.
It's uncomfortable.
He's not wrong in thinking she's guarded, it's because she is extremely so, even more so now than at home.)
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Date: 2025-06-12 08:03 pm (UTC)Yeah. Trying to fix it but making it worse... seems like our calling.
( The calling of telepaths, that is. )
But trying's better than not. I mean... even if we mess up when trying, as long as we strive to do better or realize our mistakes... I don't know. I think it's better than not caring.
( At that he sighs โ looks off around them. )
I've been around enough people who don't care or only care about themselves.
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Date: 2025-06-12 08:37 pm (UTC)(Too much faith in her, which is to be expected. He had said as much before that he would always have it for her, and she's just trying to steer him out of the idealism into a more fact-based view.)
You're in the presence of another one in remission, I guess. But you're not wrong, it's better to try rather than not.
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Date: 2025-06-12 08:43 pm (UTC)At that, he smiles โ looks down again and brings her hand close to him. Drops a kiss down to the back of it, soft and sweet. )
That's all I'll ever ask. Is that you try.
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Date: 2025-06-13 12:54 pm (UTC)But that's a problem for tomorrow Sophie, if she is the one who fucks up. Today's Sophie is going to accept the faith and the kiss, rest a little, press her lips to his cheek.
It's fine.)
Wanna talk about anything else, or you're good?
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Date: 2025-06-13 01:48 pm (UTC)Think Iโm good. For now anyways.
( Because who's to say how heโll feel tomorrow or if a nightmare will grab hold of him tightly tonight or some other night. Always up in the air, just as navigating through this life he has for himself here seems to be as well. Something heโs still getting the hang of in various ways. )
What about you?
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Date: 2025-06-14 12:54 pm (UTC)I'm fine. I'll give you the grace of three questions if you want them, and then I'm dragging you to learn how to game.
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Date: 2025-06-14 11:43 pm (UTC)( They'd played some together, too. He can see why it's something people mindlessly do? Just as he can see the appeal of television and the various shows that air on it. Letting his gaze linger on her, his smile is both soft and warm. )
But you're free from any questions.
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