Post by Iceman on Nov 14, 2006 17:15:41 GMT -5
After parting with Ororo, Bobby tried to turn his mind off of the awful news about Piotr. It was hard to do, knowing that he needed to tell Kitty. Which would ruin the happy reunion. He knew Kitty was going to take Piotr's departure pretty hard.
When he reached her room, he knocked on her door, then slid his hands back in his pockets. He started to smile a little bit - he was excited to be seeing her again. They could enjoy a bit of fun before he had to break out the bad news, couldn't they?
Mournfully blogging was probably not a healthy or productive way to spend her time as Kitty waited impatiently for Bobby to get back from Ms. Munroe's office, but there wasn't much else to do but read her English assignment, and she really couldn't stand any of the characters. Blogging won out.
At least she wasn't posting song lyrics yet. Yet. Very big of her. She'd tried to turn on the radio when she'd first got back from - from the restaurant, and it seemed like every station she tried was either playing happy-sappy love tunes or the kind of morose breakup or unrequited passion songs that would make the peppiest person contemplate suicide. She wondered why she'd never noticed how depressing it all was before.
G-d.
She needed a break from life.
Bobby was too sunshiney to let her think too much about everything, though. She needed someone solid. At least she had that; at least while she had some solid figures in her life, friends and confidants, she could stay sane.
She squeaked when the door knocked. Sanely.
Not bothering to open it, Kitty phased through the oak and practically tackled Bobby in a hug of considerable power for one her size, translating affection and emotion into a physical response, as was her wont.
"Omigosh," she said into his shoulder, since that was about as high on him as she could reach. "Omigosh, Bobby, I am so glad to see you -"
And then she broke down.
No one ever claimed Kitty was sensible about her emotional responses. The only thing most people ever actually claimed was that everything she felt came out her eyes.
Bobby had been expecting the hug attack. The thing was, he'd been expecting it to happen after she opened the door. Hearing her cute (in an un-crushing way) gushing--Kitty was the only person Bobby knew over the age of twelve who could pull off 'omigosh'--made him grin as he staggered back a few steps before he caught his balance.
"Kit!" he exclaimed through his laughter as he put his arms around her slender frame and returned her hug.
He wasn't even too surprised to find her crying when he held her at arm's length to get a look at her. As he always did when he found her crying, he quickly tried to determine exactly what kind of tears they were. Happy ones, he hoped, but Paige had mentioned in one of her letters that Kitty had seemed pretty sad. He assumed it was because he was gone, but he didn't want to make an ass out of u and me, so he asked.
"How've you been? Is everything okay?"
Kitty sniffed valiantly, trying to get ahold of herself. "I'm fine," she quavered. "Everything's been - everything - omigosh. I'm glad you're back. My parents are getting divorced and it's my fault. But I'm glad you're back. I'm fine."
I win at putting up the happy front.
"What?!" Bobby ducked his head and stared at her, as though he was almost sure he hadn't heard her right. He didn't know which he didn't understand more--that her parents were divorcing, or that she thought it was her fault.
No. Kitty was the only one with a normal family around there. Bobby had always wished his family had accepted him like hers had her. They'd never fall apart, especially because of their daughter's mutant state.
"Kitty...I'm sure it's not your fault," he said, his voice turning comforting, his hands still on her sides from the hug.
"They said," she said firmly, "it was difficult having a special daughter. Or something like that. I know it involved my difficulties or challenges or whatever they call it. And other stuff, but they mentioned it, and - but it's not important! I mean, obviously it is, but - you're home! Let's talk about that now, 'kay?"
She was holding it together! Hooray for Kitty! She'd even stopped crying mostly and removed one of her hands from around Bobby's shoulders to wipe the few tears from her cheeks, and the only other ones that welled up stayed welled.
"I'm so glad you're back," she said again.
She didn't want to talk about it. Bobby could definently understand that. He nodded, moving one of his hands from her side to her arm, patting it in a gesture he didn't really know himself the purpose of. "I am, too," he said truthfully. "Do you want to...go in there?" He glanced behind her into her room. "Or take a walk or something?"
"No," Kitty said, glancing back at her room and breaking away from Bobby some, folding her arms. "No, let's - take a walk around. You need to see everyone again and stuff. Who have you seen yet? Storm, you said, and Paige's brother or something, and who else?"
"Yeah...Warren, and a new guy - Jean-Paul. French guy, with pointy ears. And Forge. And that's it. Hannah's around here somewhere..." Bobby let his arms fall from Kitty, and he turned and started to move slowly down the hallway. He was perfectly happy to spend some one-on-one time with her, but he didn't want to bug her about her parents, and it'd be hard to get around alone. Maybe he could take her mind off of it.
"And I've got half of a turkey club in the fridge that I was saving for lunch but didn't get to before I left." It was ridiculous that he'd even mention that, let alone that he'd sound excited about it.
When he reached her room, he knocked on her door, then slid his hands back in his pockets. He started to smile a little bit - he was excited to be seeing her again. They could enjoy a bit of fun before he had to break out the bad news, couldn't they?
Mournfully blogging was probably not a healthy or productive way to spend her time as Kitty waited impatiently for Bobby to get back from Ms. Munroe's office, but there wasn't much else to do but read her English assignment, and she really couldn't stand any of the characters. Blogging won out.
At least she wasn't posting song lyrics yet. Yet. Very big of her. She'd tried to turn on the radio when she'd first got back from - from the restaurant, and it seemed like every station she tried was either playing happy-sappy love tunes or the kind of morose breakup or unrequited passion songs that would make the peppiest person contemplate suicide. She wondered why she'd never noticed how depressing it all was before.
G-d.
She needed a break from life.
Bobby was too sunshiney to let her think too much about everything, though. She needed someone solid. At least she had that; at least while she had some solid figures in her life, friends and confidants, she could stay sane.
She squeaked when the door knocked. Sanely.
Not bothering to open it, Kitty phased through the oak and practically tackled Bobby in a hug of considerable power for one her size, translating affection and emotion into a physical response, as was her wont.
"Omigosh," she said into his shoulder, since that was about as high on him as she could reach. "Omigosh, Bobby, I am so glad to see you -"
And then she broke down.
No one ever claimed Kitty was sensible about her emotional responses. The only thing most people ever actually claimed was that everything she felt came out her eyes.
Bobby had been expecting the hug attack. The thing was, he'd been expecting it to happen after she opened the door. Hearing her cute (in an un-crushing way) gushing--Kitty was the only person Bobby knew over the age of twelve who could pull off 'omigosh'--made him grin as he staggered back a few steps before he caught his balance.
"Kit!" he exclaimed through his laughter as he put his arms around her slender frame and returned her hug.
He wasn't even too surprised to find her crying when he held her at arm's length to get a look at her. As he always did when he found her crying, he quickly tried to determine exactly what kind of tears they were. Happy ones, he hoped, but Paige had mentioned in one of her letters that Kitty had seemed pretty sad. He assumed it was because he was gone, but he didn't want to make an ass out of u and me, so he asked.
"How've you been? Is everything okay?"
Kitty sniffed valiantly, trying to get ahold of herself. "I'm fine," she quavered. "Everything's been - everything - omigosh. I'm glad you're back. My parents are getting divorced and it's my fault. But I'm glad you're back. I'm fine."
I win at putting up the happy front.
"What?!" Bobby ducked his head and stared at her, as though he was almost sure he hadn't heard her right. He didn't know which he didn't understand more--that her parents were divorcing, or that she thought it was her fault.
No. Kitty was the only one with a normal family around there. Bobby had always wished his family had accepted him like hers had her. They'd never fall apart, especially because of their daughter's mutant state.
"Kitty...I'm sure it's not your fault," he said, his voice turning comforting, his hands still on her sides from the hug.
"They said," she said firmly, "it was difficult having a special daughter. Or something like that. I know it involved my difficulties or challenges or whatever they call it. And other stuff, but they mentioned it, and - but it's not important! I mean, obviously it is, but - you're home! Let's talk about that now, 'kay?"
She was holding it together! Hooray for Kitty! She'd even stopped crying mostly and removed one of her hands from around Bobby's shoulders to wipe the few tears from her cheeks, and the only other ones that welled up stayed welled.
"I'm so glad you're back," she said again.
She didn't want to talk about it. Bobby could definently understand that. He nodded, moving one of his hands from her side to her arm, patting it in a gesture he didn't really know himself the purpose of. "I am, too," he said truthfully. "Do you want to...go in there?" He glanced behind her into her room. "Or take a walk or something?"
"No," Kitty said, glancing back at her room and breaking away from Bobby some, folding her arms. "No, let's - take a walk around. You need to see everyone again and stuff. Who have you seen yet? Storm, you said, and Paige's brother or something, and who else?"
"Yeah...Warren, and a new guy - Jean-Paul. French guy, with pointy ears. And Forge. And that's it. Hannah's around here somewhere..." Bobby let his arms fall from Kitty, and he turned and started to move slowly down the hallway. He was perfectly happy to spend some one-on-one time with her, but he didn't want to bug her about her parents, and it'd be hard to get around alone. Maybe he could take her mind off of it.
"And I've got half of a turkey club in the fridge that I was saving for lunch but didn't get to before I left." It was ridiculous that he'd even mention that, let alone that he'd sound excited about it.
