we met twice. the first time you freed me from where i was held captive. you didn't know who i was, you were just freeing prisoners. the second time you blasted me in under five seconds when you thought i was hurting jean but it was just psychic backlash from our minds. i sometimes don't know what to expect from you and maybe that's what makes you a good leader.
Well, it at least isn't serious enough for anyone else to have to pay attention.
For what it's worth, I appreciate the thought that we might better integrate, if that's correct wording or a correct read at all. I feel aside, sometimes, in all of this. Not that I don't have my own things going on, mind!
[ It takes Scott a little while to reply. Mostly because there's a lot - probably more than Nate knows - there. ]
To a degree, it is. there's more than one person out there who is more afraid of me when I don't seem to have a plan than when I do. Maybe more relevantly, for all the shit you've experienced, maybe because of it you're still... a person. You function as an individual, not a tool or within a role.
That's very rarely true for me. It isn't about being unpredictable as a tactic. It's more about the roll itself and... some other shit that comes along with it that makes some interpersonal shit hard for me to navigate and my responses... less than ideal or expected by people with a stronger sense of individual identity.
( for a second he was worried scott might take that as nate thinking he might hurt him and he's glad scott doesn't seem to, since that's not what he meant. he does remember what akihiro had told him: how scott was coming from a particularly low place and to try and be patient with him. how if scott didn't care, he probably wouldn't still keep talking to him. )
i don't want to be a tool or a weapon, no. maybe that's why i'm here, but it's not what or who i want to be.
( why, while he doesn't realize it just yet, he tends to go it solo rather than join any teams. but that's something he'll [unfortunately] come to learn in the future at some point: how teams either want him for his power or to take his power for themselves. )
believe me when i say i'm being nice with saying this but i don't think you really know how to chill. i feel like you're always on guard, even if you don't realize it. i can't say i get it because i don't know everything you've been through but i know you've been through some hard stuff and so i can't really blame you for being that way when you're used to being that way.
i'm sorry that i get frustrated sometimes. i guess i'm just more reactive and you're more proactive.
That's a non-answer, Scott. Trust is always earned. I'm doing what I can to understand the situation here. Even if it's not easy, I need you to meet me in the middle.
Midnighter returns from the bathroom after turning off the light. Thankfully, Scott hasn't moved from the bed, so he gladly slips back under the sheets, still warm from their combined body heat. Tucking his knees under Scott's, Midnighter envelopes the other man from behind and fits all six-foot-five of himself against him. He's still a little hard—the curse of having no refractory period—but he's not looking for another go 'round.
Instead he throws a big arm around Scott from waist to chest, burying his face into the crook of the man's shoulder. His lips don't keep to themselves, either. Softly they kiss and lick the sweat from his neck and shoulder blade.
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