Scott had more than a little experience with teenagers in this situation and, in those rare instances when he could stop being Cyclops, wasn't half bad with them.
Actually, Scott was good with kids. He liked kids. He was all too aware of what the world thought of them and the very real possibility that he would end up leading them in combat - and possibly leading them to their death - but he could be amazingly good with children for a man who's reputation said that he was anything but warm or a people person.
Then again, maybe not such a surprise. At the end of the day, these kids were his mission.
He could even manage it with teammates, though he usually managed that with distance and letting them take care of each other. It'd been a while since he was in a position to be part of the group instead of setting himself apart.
Even when he was in pain and only narrowly conscious, he knew how to manage that. So he let her fix the sleeves of his jacket and work her hands out, prepare her tea without looking at either one of them and actually went ahead and fixed up his, too. He was clumsy, visibly starting to struggle with even basic motor control, but he got it done. Kept his breathing even, if shallow in deference to pain and pressure.
Let Sand have his space on the other side of the room and then started talking - and drawing her out with very, very simple questions about normal things he already knew the answers to. He asked Allison her name. He asked her how old she was, what grade she was in, He got her to talk to him about music. He talked about the school and told her about some of the students and classes and clubs. He just... gave her a tiny bit of stability amongst all the weirdness.
And she responded to that. She didn't think he was nice or trying to coddle her or anything, but she spent that time going from almost completely mute and giving one word answers to asking questions about the school and curious enough to be looking forward to it a bit.
Sandy... he just kept an eye on as best he could and let have his silence and coffee.
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Date: 2015-10-12 10:10 pm (UTC)Actually, Scott was good with kids. He liked kids. He was all too aware of what the world thought of them and the very real possibility that he would end up leading them in combat - and possibly leading them to their death - but he could be amazingly good with children for a man who's reputation said that he was anything but warm or a people person.
Then again, maybe not such a surprise. At the end of the day, these kids were his mission.
He could even manage it with teammates, though he usually managed that with distance and letting them take care of each other. It'd been a while since he was in a position to be part of the group instead of setting himself apart.
Even when he was in pain and only narrowly conscious, he knew how to manage that. So he let her fix the sleeves of his jacket and work her hands out, prepare her tea without looking at either one of them and actually went ahead and fixed up his, too. He was clumsy, visibly starting to struggle with even basic motor control, but he got it done. Kept his breathing even, if shallow in deference to pain and pressure.
Let Sand have his space on the other side of the room and then started talking - and drawing her out with very, very simple questions about normal things he already knew the answers to. He asked Allison her name. He asked her how old she was, what grade she was in, He got her to talk to him about music. He talked about the school and told her about some of the students and classes and clubs. He just... gave her a tiny bit of stability amongst all the weirdness.
And she responded to that. She didn't think he was nice or trying to coddle her or anything, but she spent that time going from almost completely mute and giving one word answers to asking questions about the school and curious enough to be looking forward to it a bit.
Sandy... he just kept an eye on as best he could and let have his silence and coffee.