Post by conduit on Jul 29, 2006 3:00:00 GMT -5
"Aww, come on! Guys!" A voice sounded down the hallway. Bobby Drake listened to the sound of footsteps pounding down the stairs as the boyish laughter moved farther away from him. He stood in the doorway of the bathroom, a towel around his waist, barely poking his head out into the hallway. He'd barely managed to grab the towel from where he'd tossed it over the door as he'd realized his clothes were being pulled off and run with. If he hadn't gotten it before the group of younger boys did, he'd have been stuck in the shower stall with no way out. As they'd no doubt planned to leave him.
Ducking out the doorway, he peered down the hallway. He could see his jeans...hanging in the air out on the landing. His boxers were doing cartwheels. 'Cute,' he thought, more appreciatively than sarcastically. At least he knew one of the guys doing it, then. And once he released his pranking fury on him, the kid would rat out all his friends.
Finally, Bobby swallowed his timidity and opened the door. With one hand at the front of his towel, holding it to make sure it didn't unravel, he crept down the hallway. When he reached the landing, he jumped out and made a grab for his shirt. All the clothes immediately soared out over the entry, far out of reach from the landing. 'Great.'
The only thing combating the potentially embarrassing situation was his new-found pride in his appearance. While showering, he had made an incredible realization about his powers. He'd realized that he could absorb water to bulk himself up. At that point, he had the most well-defined and built muscles on his chest, stomach, back, and arms that he could have ever wanted.
Rayen came down the hall from the girl's bathroom, toothbrush in hand. When she heard the commotion, she couldn't help but check it out.
And there was Bobby, with only a towel on. Very well built. Rayen coughed a bit, not wanting to surprise him and make him think she'd been leering. Even if she had. She grinned, nodding a bit. "So they allow streakers in this place?"
Bobby whipped around as he heard someone speak nearby. He saw Conduit, and his hand tightened on the towel as he looked severely embarrassed. He laughed sheepishly--He deserved to be laughed at right then, and he could take what he often dished out. "Well, I try not to make habit of it. But these little punks stole my clothes--"
To save himself the embarrassment of standing face-to-face with the girl who had struck him as good-looking the second he'd seen her, he turned and leaned over the railing. One hand remaining stead-fastly at the front of his towel, he reached the other arm down and aimed a beam of ice to land near the group of younger boys below, gathered by the doors. The shrieked and pushed through the front doors, racing outside.
His clothes dropped to the floor of the entryway. 'Shoulda seen that coming,' he thought, kicking himself. Outwardly, he dropped his hand onto the railing and let his shoulders droop. He tilted his head back in exaggerated exhasperation.
He had by no means forgotten Rayen standing there. He turned his head back to her, as hard as it was not to want to hide (or die of embarrassment). "I really don't usually run around in towels," he said jokingly.
She smiled, walking over to the landing and looking down at his clothes. She tapped him on the upper arm with the end of her toothbrush. "You uh... want me to get those for you?" She chuckled, couldn't help herself.
Bobby seemed to have forgotten his clothes for a moment as his eyes had glanced over her. "Huh? Oh--no, I'll get them," Bobby said, suddenly moving into action. He was a gentleman when he wanted to be, and he wasn't going to make her go get his clothes. He moved past her to the stairs and started to hurry down them, one hand on the railing, one hand on the towel.
"These prankster wannabes have been dogging me for weeks. They're getting good. I need to put them in their places," he said back to her with a smile as he reached the first floor. Clearly he felt he had a reputation to uphold.
Rayen leaned against the railing, folding her arms on it and lookin down at him. "Wouldn't mind helping out with that myself. First day and all, you have to show how tough you are or you'll end up being someone's..." She realized what she was saying, and laughed, blushing. "Patsy. Someone's patsy."
Bobby had been bending over to grab his jeans when he heard what Rayen said. He picked the pants up by the leg and straightened up, looking up at her. "You do pranks?" he asked, as though not daring to believe it. A hopeful look danced in his eyes.
"That'd be awesome. I've been on my own for months now," he continued as he stooped to pick up his clothes. "We should definently plan stuff. They expect it from me, but they'd never expect you." He grinned wickedly as he started back up the stairs, already forming ideas in his mind.
"Were you going to sleep? Cause, I mean, if you weren't doing anything, I could go change and we could hang out." He offered, pausing when he reached the landing.
She was, but only because there was little else going on. She shook her head. "Nah, not really. I'm totally up for hanging out." She stepped a bit down the hallway, looking back at him as he followed up the stairs.
"My grandfather always said I had a little Coyote in me. But I wouldn't mind honing my skills..."
Bobby wasn't exactly sure if Coyote was a relative of hers or something--Maybe she was Indian after all. He'd thought she might be after talking to her before. But he smiled and nodded once in the direction of the guy's dorms. "I'll just change and be right back, then. Don't go anywhere."
He turned, clothes in hand, and started down the hallway. His evening was looking up--Instead of going to sleep for lack of anything better to do, he'd be having some one-on-one time with a beautiful new arrival. Looks like those muscles came in handy for more than just fighting. He contradicted himself in his mind after thinking so, telling himself that she probably wasn't too impressed. There were plenty of guys there at the school, and he didn't consider himself to be the top looker.
He walked down the hall and went to his room. Inside, he changed quickly and left. Well, paused on the way out to Axe himself over. Tossing the bottle on his bed, he left and started down the hall again. When he reached the landing, he spoke as he rubbed his hands together. "So, where do you want to go?"
Rayen looked around, rubbing her palms on her thighs. "Well... you know, I haven't really been given the official tour? Where are the hotspots in this resort?" She said it playfully. "I've really only seen the dorms and the kitchen. This place is HUGE. Tell me where they hide the dancing girls."
Bobby laughed as he started down the stairs. "If we have dancing girls here, it's news to me," he said, his eyebrows raised playfully. "Let me show you around, then. Uh, back upstairs is the rec room. And we're going to pass the library up here. If you need a computer, they're all up there."
He reached the first floor and paused. "That's all classrooms on the left...So lets go this way," he decided. He started towards the hallway which would lead to the rest of the middle of the first floor. "The outside's probably the best part--There's a huge pool, basketball courts, gardens..." He looked over to her with a curious smile on his lips. "What do you like to do?"
She followed him, watching everything he pointed at. A computer, that was good. She could still look things up when she needed to. Having taught herself most of what she knew about electricity, she'd gotten in the habit of researching all kinds of topics that caught her interest. But Bobby led on, and she stepped quickly to catch up.
"What do I like to do? Well... all kinds of things really. I'm kind of a bookworm, but in my freshman year my junior varsity volleyball team went to state... we lost though." She hitched up the back of her pajama bottoms, feeling a little underdressed. Compared to the way Bobby filled out that tshirt... Rayen shook her head and went back to what she was saying. "What kinds of things do you do for fun?"
Bobby led her to the open living room, ambling through it, past the couch and the fireplace. "Here? Mostly...Train, swim, play basketball. Play video games. But if there were slopes around here, thats where I'd be." He gave a moment to pine for his snowboard, which was still back at his house. Probably stored in the garage somewhere now, if they'd even kept it...He pushed the thought away.
"Oh yeah? When I was a kid I used to spend a few weeks on the mountain. Do you ski or snowboard? I skiied for a while but I was far better at having just ONE sheet of greased lightning under my feet." She laughs, looking around the room. "Wow. This place is so nice..." She eyed the couch and had to push away the thought of curling up on the couch by the fire. Right now, she'd go wherever he led. "Well you make ice, right? And can't Storm make snow? You should get her to make us our own bunny hill out back." She chuckled. "We could teach the kids the pizza-french fries trick."
"I snowboard. Please--Skiing's for guys who wear vests," Bobby joked. And she did too, apparently. They seemed to have a lot in common. Which was awesome, in Bobby's opinion. "We don't really have much in the way of slops, though--I mean, we've got some little hills but it'd be kiddie stuff. 'Cept Scott mentioned some big hills past the stables one time...Then when I asked him about it he got suspicious. I oughta go out there some time."
"Here, I'll show you the back," he offered, starting toward the glass patio doors on the other side of the room. "Pizza-french fries trick?" He looked at her, curiousity evident in his bright blue eyes. "Do tell."
Rayen stepped past him in the patio doorway, turning with a smile. "You know..." she pivoted her feet, toes together, then parallel, the classic positions everyone learns on the bunny slopes, learning to ski. "Pizza to stop, french fries to go." She laughed a bit, feeling stupid. She waved him away. "Nevermind. I don't think I should do pizza french fries anymore." Laughing again, she smiled.
Bobby laughed, remembering hearing it referred to that way. "I remember I went to a snowboarding weekend thing when I was fifteen, and the instructor..." He paused, remembering exactly what the instructor had called it. He laughed a bit nervously. "Never mind," he said, changing his mind suddenly. He'd rather not say it, not to a girl anyway. Even (or maybe especially) a pretty one.
When they reached the patio doors, Bobby opened one and held it for Rayen. "It's so peaceful out here at night. Enjoy it, cause the next few days are going to be crazy." He thought about what had been decided in the meeting, about Baltimore and all that it entailed.
Rayen nodded, stepping out onto the porch and taking a deep breath of night air. "Yeah... I'm a little nervous. I mean... I'm sure everything's going to be okay. But I haven't left the reservation in seven years. And now I'm going where there are going to be protesters, and bystanders, and giant robots trying to kill me?" SHe looked at him with a bit of a grimace. "It's all pretty intense. You're not afraid?"
Bobby closed the door and walked out onto the patio behind her, moving at a slow pace. He took a deep breath before answering her question. "I am. I'll be more scared when we get there. I don't think it'll be any easier just 'cause I went through the Worthington Labs thing. But we're a team, and we'll have a lot of people looking out for us." It was easier for Bobby to focus on that over the fact that the number of people looking out for him was small compared to the number who would probably be out to get him.
When they reached the steps, they could see the Olympic-sized swimming pool over the ivy-strewn railing. It was glittering in the lights set up around the patio and the grounds. "This is definently the boarding school of your dreams," he said appreciatively as his eyes scanned around.
Rayen leaned over the railing as she had the stairwell inside, folding her arms in front of her. "My brother thinks very highly of all of you. I can hear it in his voice when he talks about it, he really believes in the cause." She looks around. "What I don't know about all of this is a lot. But... I think keeping the innocent people out of the way of whatever war you're a part of... that, I could do." She looked at him. "But what do you fight for Bobby..."
Bobby thought about her question for a moment. He knew what he fought for, he just didn't know how to put that into words. "I fight...for peace. As backwards as that sounds." He smiled faintly before trying to explain. "Cause I don't really believe in the cure either, except in some special cases. But...I don't believe that people should be killed for agreeing with the cure."
He leaned against the railing, looking over the grounds again as he clasped his hands. "I guess I fight for the people who'll never appreciate it. Like my parents, for example." He managed to sound casual about it as he continued. "They're scared, like everybody else. But they ought to be protected. I don't want them to get hurt just because they're scared of something they don't understand."
She nodded. "I think I understand. You think we should be forgiving of people who are afraid of us. That's really cool of you. I don't think a lot of people would think that way... and I guess, from everything I'm hearing, a lot of people aren't thinking that way." She looks away.
"On the res, there is a group of people who are considered eco-terrorists. They're friends of mine. They don't consider themselves terrorists, they consider themselves freedom fighters. They think, if a few people have to die in order to save the earth from destroying itself as a result of human error... so be it." Her fingers drew a line back and forth on the railing. "I can kind of see their point. I mean... if saving those people's lives meant they killed you later on, would you still defend them?"
Bobby's eyebrows rose a little as their conversation grew deeper and more difficult to answer. "How'd we get on this subject again?" he asked jokingly, cracking a small smile to lighten things up a bit. "Uh...But I don't think it does any good, to kill people for it. I mean, they can't get rid of everyone who wants to do stuff that hurts the environment, so they aren't really doing any good. And, uh...About the question..."
He paused, his answer not coming so quickly this time. "If they were killing me to save lives...It would at least be a good thing to die for, if you had to die. But we're--The X-Men--we're the only ones looking to save lives."
It was a sad statement, but very true, at least in Bobby's mind. The Brotherhood wanted to kill, and the government wanted to kill. And it seemed like the X-Men were going to get caught in the cross-fire.
Rayen watched him for a moment. She smiled softly. "Looks like it." She playfully pushed his arm. "Sorry to get so heavy on ya babe." Standing up, she stretched a bit. "You know, it's late. There's a lot to do tomorrow." It wasn't exactly what she wanted to say, but there'd be time for staying up all night after Baltimore. She hoped. "Don't let me keep you up..."
Bobby nodded, pushing off from the railing. "We should probably head back in. I'm just going to check my mail then get to sleep..." He made a few steps back across the patio, then turned his head and said, "I'm glad we talked. I don't usually talk about real serious stuff a lot, cause there's a lot of touchy subjects around here." Like Kitty. She was his best friend there, but they shied away from anything remotely concerning The Brotherhood or Alcatraz when they talked.
"That's too bad," she said as they walked back into the hall. "You'd think you'd need to talk about these things, with your... you know, your family." She looked around. "And from what I can tell, that's who you have here."
She steps a bit down the hall towards the dorms. Looking over her shoulder, she smiles warmly.
"Goodnight Bobby."
Ducking out the doorway, he peered down the hallway. He could see his jeans...hanging in the air out on the landing. His boxers were doing cartwheels. 'Cute,' he thought, more appreciatively than sarcastically. At least he knew one of the guys doing it, then. And once he released his pranking fury on him, the kid would rat out all his friends.
Finally, Bobby swallowed his timidity and opened the door. With one hand at the front of his towel, holding it to make sure it didn't unravel, he crept down the hallway. When he reached the landing, he jumped out and made a grab for his shirt. All the clothes immediately soared out over the entry, far out of reach from the landing. 'Great.'
The only thing combating the potentially embarrassing situation was his new-found pride in his appearance. While showering, he had made an incredible realization about his powers. He'd realized that he could absorb water to bulk himself up. At that point, he had the most well-defined and built muscles on his chest, stomach, back, and arms that he could have ever wanted.
Rayen came down the hall from the girl's bathroom, toothbrush in hand. When she heard the commotion, she couldn't help but check it out.
And there was Bobby, with only a towel on. Very well built. Rayen coughed a bit, not wanting to surprise him and make him think she'd been leering. Even if she had. She grinned, nodding a bit. "So they allow streakers in this place?"
Bobby whipped around as he heard someone speak nearby. He saw Conduit, and his hand tightened on the towel as he looked severely embarrassed. He laughed sheepishly--He deserved to be laughed at right then, and he could take what he often dished out. "Well, I try not to make habit of it. But these little punks stole my clothes--"
To save himself the embarrassment of standing face-to-face with the girl who had struck him as good-looking the second he'd seen her, he turned and leaned over the railing. One hand remaining stead-fastly at the front of his towel, he reached the other arm down and aimed a beam of ice to land near the group of younger boys below, gathered by the doors. The shrieked and pushed through the front doors, racing outside.
His clothes dropped to the floor of the entryway. 'Shoulda seen that coming,' he thought, kicking himself. Outwardly, he dropped his hand onto the railing and let his shoulders droop. He tilted his head back in exaggerated exhasperation.
He had by no means forgotten Rayen standing there. He turned his head back to her, as hard as it was not to want to hide (or die of embarrassment). "I really don't usually run around in towels," he said jokingly.
She smiled, walking over to the landing and looking down at his clothes. She tapped him on the upper arm with the end of her toothbrush. "You uh... want me to get those for you?" She chuckled, couldn't help herself.
Bobby seemed to have forgotten his clothes for a moment as his eyes had glanced over her. "Huh? Oh--no, I'll get them," Bobby said, suddenly moving into action. He was a gentleman when he wanted to be, and he wasn't going to make her go get his clothes. He moved past her to the stairs and started to hurry down them, one hand on the railing, one hand on the towel.
"These prankster wannabes have been dogging me for weeks. They're getting good. I need to put them in their places," he said back to her with a smile as he reached the first floor. Clearly he felt he had a reputation to uphold.
Rayen leaned against the railing, folding her arms on it and lookin down at him. "Wouldn't mind helping out with that myself. First day and all, you have to show how tough you are or you'll end up being someone's..." She realized what she was saying, and laughed, blushing. "Patsy. Someone's patsy."
Bobby had been bending over to grab his jeans when he heard what Rayen said. He picked the pants up by the leg and straightened up, looking up at her. "You do pranks?" he asked, as though not daring to believe it. A hopeful look danced in his eyes.
"That'd be awesome. I've been on my own for months now," he continued as he stooped to pick up his clothes. "We should definently plan stuff. They expect it from me, but they'd never expect you." He grinned wickedly as he started back up the stairs, already forming ideas in his mind.
"Were you going to sleep? Cause, I mean, if you weren't doing anything, I could go change and we could hang out." He offered, pausing when he reached the landing.
She was, but only because there was little else going on. She shook her head. "Nah, not really. I'm totally up for hanging out." She stepped a bit down the hallway, looking back at him as he followed up the stairs.
"My grandfather always said I had a little Coyote in me. But I wouldn't mind honing my skills..."
Bobby wasn't exactly sure if Coyote was a relative of hers or something--Maybe she was Indian after all. He'd thought she might be after talking to her before. But he smiled and nodded once in the direction of the guy's dorms. "I'll just change and be right back, then. Don't go anywhere."
He turned, clothes in hand, and started down the hallway. His evening was looking up--Instead of going to sleep for lack of anything better to do, he'd be having some one-on-one time with a beautiful new arrival. Looks like those muscles came in handy for more than just fighting. He contradicted himself in his mind after thinking so, telling himself that she probably wasn't too impressed. There were plenty of guys there at the school, and he didn't consider himself to be the top looker.
He walked down the hall and went to his room. Inside, he changed quickly and left. Well, paused on the way out to Axe himself over. Tossing the bottle on his bed, he left and started down the hall again. When he reached the landing, he spoke as he rubbed his hands together. "So, where do you want to go?"
Rayen looked around, rubbing her palms on her thighs. "Well... you know, I haven't really been given the official tour? Where are the hotspots in this resort?" She said it playfully. "I've really only seen the dorms and the kitchen. This place is HUGE. Tell me where they hide the dancing girls."
Bobby laughed as he started down the stairs. "If we have dancing girls here, it's news to me," he said, his eyebrows raised playfully. "Let me show you around, then. Uh, back upstairs is the rec room. And we're going to pass the library up here. If you need a computer, they're all up there."
He reached the first floor and paused. "That's all classrooms on the left...So lets go this way," he decided. He started towards the hallway which would lead to the rest of the middle of the first floor. "The outside's probably the best part--There's a huge pool, basketball courts, gardens..." He looked over to her with a curious smile on his lips. "What do you like to do?"
She followed him, watching everything he pointed at. A computer, that was good. She could still look things up when she needed to. Having taught herself most of what she knew about electricity, she'd gotten in the habit of researching all kinds of topics that caught her interest. But Bobby led on, and she stepped quickly to catch up.
"What do I like to do? Well... all kinds of things really. I'm kind of a bookworm, but in my freshman year my junior varsity volleyball team went to state... we lost though." She hitched up the back of her pajama bottoms, feeling a little underdressed. Compared to the way Bobby filled out that tshirt... Rayen shook her head and went back to what she was saying. "What kinds of things do you do for fun?"
Bobby led her to the open living room, ambling through it, past the couch and the fireplace. "Here? Mostly...Train, swim, play basketball. Play video games. But if there were slopes around here, thats where I'd be." He gave a moment to pine for his snowboard, which was still back at his house. Probably stored in the garage somewhere now, if they'd even kept it...He pushed the thought away.
"Oh yeah? When I was a kid I used to spend a few weeks on the mountain. Do you ski or snowboard? I skiied for a while but I was far better at having just ONE sheet of greased lightning under my feet." She laughs, looking around the room. "Wow. This place is so nice..." She eyed the couch and had to push away the thought of curling up on the couch by the fire. Right now, she'd go wherever he led. "Well you make ice, right? And can't Storm make snow? You should get her to make us our own bunny hill out back." She chuckled. "We could teach the kids the pizza-french fries trick."
"I snowboard. Please--Skiing's for guys who wear vests," Bobby joked. And she did too, apparently. They seemed to have a lot in common. Which was awesome, in Bobby's opinion. "We don't really have much in the way of slops, though--I mean, we've got some little hills but it'd be kiddie stuff. 'Cept Scott mentioned some big hills past the stables one time...Then when I asked him about it he got suspicious. I oughta go out there some time."
"Here, I'll show you the back," he offered, starting toward the glass patio doors on the other side of the room. "Pizza-french fries trick?" He looked at her, curiousity evident in his bright blue eyes. "Do tell."
Rayen stepped past him in the patio doorway, turning with a smile. "You know..." she pivoted her feet, toes together, then parallel, the classic positions everyone learns on the bunny slopes, learning to ski. "Pizza to stop, french fries to go." She laughed a bit, feeling stupid. She waved him away. "Nevermind. I don't think I should do pizza french fries anymore." Laughing again, she smiled.
Bobby laughed, remembering hearing it referred to that way. "I remember I went to a snowboarding weekend thing when I was fifteen, and the instructor..." He paused, remembering exactly what the instructor had called it. He laughed a bit nervously. "Never mind," he said, changing his mind suddenly. He'd rather not say it, not to a girl anyway. Even (or maybe especially) a pretty one.
When they reached the patio doors, Bobby opened one and held it for Rayen. "It's so peaceful out here at night. Enjoy it, cause the next few days are going to be crazy." He thought about what had been decided in the meeting, about Baltimore and all that it entailed.
Rayen nodded, stepping out onto the porch and taking a deep breath of night air. "Yeah... I'm a little nervous. I mean... I'm sure everything's going to be okay. But I haven't left the reservation in seven years. And now I'm going where there are going to be protesters, and bystanders, and giant robots trying to kill me?" SHe looked at him with a bit of a grimace. "It's all pretty intense. You're not afraid?"
Bobby closed the door and walked out onto the patio behind her, moving at a slow pace. He took a deep breath before answering her question. "I am. I'll be more scared when we get there. I don't think it'll be any easier just 'cause I went through the Worthington Labs thing. But we're a team, and we'll have a lot of people looking out for us." It was easier for Bobby to focus on that over the fact that the number of people looking out for him was small compared to the number who would probably be out to get him.
When they reached the steps, they could see the Olympic-sized swimming pool over the ivy-strewn railing. It was glittering in the lights set up around the patio and the grounds. "This is definently the boarding school of your dreams," he said appreciatively as his eyes scanned around.
Rayen leaned over the railing as she had the stairwell inside, folding her arms in front of her. "My brother thinks very highly of all of you. I can hear it in his voice when he talks about it, he really believes in the cause." She looks around. "What I don't know about all of this is a lot. But... I think keeping the innocent people out of the way of whatever war you're a part of... that, I could do." She looked at him. "But what do you fight for Bobby..."
Bobby thought about her question for a moment. He knew what he fought for, he just didn't know how to put that into words. "I fight...for peace. As backwards as that sounds." He smiled faintly before trying to explain. "Cause I don't really believe in the cure either, except in some special cases. But...I don't believe that people should be killed for agreeing with the cure."
He leaned against the railing, looking over the grounds again as he clasped his hands. "I guess I fight for the people who'll never appreciate it. Like my parents, for example." He managed to sound casual about it as he continued. "They're scared, like everybody else. But they ought to be protected. I don't want them to get hurt just because they're scared of something they don't understand."
She nodded. "I think I understand. You think we should be forgiving of people who are afraid of us. That's really cool of you. I don't think a lot of people would think that way... and I guess, from everything I'm hearing, a lot of people aren't thinking that way." She looks away.
"On the res, there is a group of people who are considered eco-terrorists. They're friends of mine. They don't consider themselves terrorists, they consider themselves freedom fighters. They think, if a few people have to die in order to save the earth from destroying itself as a result of human error... so be it." Her fingers drew a line back and forth on the railing. "I can kind of see their point. I mean... if saving those people's lives meant they killed you later on, would you still defend them?"
Bobby's eyebrows rose a little as their conversation grew deeper and more difficult to answer. "How'd we get on this subject again?" he asked jokingly, cracking a small smile to lighten things up a bit. "Uh...But I don't think it does any good, to kill people for it. I mean, they can't get rid of everyone who wants to do stuff that hurts the environment, so they aren't really doing any good. And, uh...About the question..."
He paused, his answer not coming so quickly this time. "If they were killing me to save lives...It would at least be a good thing to die for, if you had to die. But we're--The X-Men--we're the only ones looking to save lives."
It was a sad statement, but very true, at least in Bobby's mind. The Brotherhood wanted to kill, and the government wanted to kill. And it seemed like the X-Men were going to get caught in the cross-fire.
Rayen watched him for a moment. She smiled softly. "Looks like it." She playfully pushed his arm. "Sorry to get so heavy on ya babe." Standing up, she stretched a bit. "You know, it's late. There's a lot to do tomorrow." It wasn't exactly what she wanted to say, but there'd be time for staying up all night after Baltimore. She hoped. "Don't let me keep you up..."
Bobby nodded, pushing off from the railing. "We should probably head back in. I'm just going to check my mail then get to sleep..." He made a few steps back across the patio, then turned his head and said, "I'm glad we talked. I don't usually talk about real serious stuff a lot, cause there's a lot of touchy subjects around here." Like Kitty. She was his best friend there, but they shied away from anything remotely concerning The Brotherhood or Alcatraz when they talked.
"That's too bad," she said as they walked back into the hall. "You'd think you'd need to talk about these things, with your... you know, your family." She looked around. "And from what I can tell, that's who you have here."
She steps a bit down the hall towards the dorms. Looking over her shoulder, she smiles warmly.
"Goodnight Bobby."