Emotional Hangover
[[The morning after this.]]
Bobby wakes the morning after Valentine's Day feeling drained. He's tired and feels discontented, and is in no mood for a Danger Room session, or the chewing out he gets from Scott afterward for being slow and unfocused. Instead of arguing with his team's leader (there's no arguement, really), Bobby just mumbles an apology and a promise to do better next time. Scott stares at his retreating back with concern.
He can hear Scott asking Hank if Bobby had had a rough night, and Hank's reply that Bobby hadn't left their room all night. Bobby doesn't care what Scott thinks; he's tired of trying to explain Milliways to people who refuse to understand or believe. He's just trying to process what the hell happened to him last night, and how he feels about it.
He goes out onto the roof of the mansion; it's a prime spot for someone who wants to be alone with his thoughts. The view is nice, and it's not likely anyone will think to look for him there.
He's fairly sure that the behavior he remembers exhibiting in front of Rachel is pretty accurate--except he doesn't remember why he suddenly felt as if he'd die if she didn't love him as much as he loved her. LOVED her? Jeeze! Why would he even think that? Sure she's gorgeous, but she's about as warm as one of his snow cones and more prickly than a porcupine. He kind of likes her; she's had it really rough and is still standing--who wouldn't admire that? But love is another matter, entirely.
He winces a bit when he remembers all of the incredibly cheesy things he said to her, and how she laughed at him. He's not sure if he'll ever be able to look her in the face again. There's one burgeoning friendship down the drain. He sits and broods over his folly for a while longer before deciding to head to his room to hide from the rest of the team, and any further scolding coming his way.
It takes him a moment to realize that there are voices coming from his room, and that one of them is his. A rush of panic washes over him at the memory of the video he'd uploaded from his phone last night. Dear God! He'd burned a copy of that and blithely handed it over to Rachel, and now someone was in his room watching that video? He tries to think of exactly what he said once she'd started recording him, but isn't sure, exactly. He takes a deep breath, readying himself to be mocked and laughed at by at least one person on his team.
He can hear Hank's voice saying, "Wow. He's really got it bad."
"I've never seen him this way." Warren's voice murmurs, next.
So...at least two fifths of the team knows...
He throws open the door, and Hank and Warren at least have the decency to look abashed. Neither one of them his laughing, though.
"It would be nice if you guys didn't go through my stuff without asking." Bobby can feel the heat flooding into his face as he sees himself on the screen, wearing a besotted expression.
"Bobby, we're sorry," Warren says immediately. "We didn't mean to invade your privacy. We were worried about you, because you were acting so weird today. Now we know why. She's beautiful, by the way."
"Bobby..." Hank begins hesitantly. "We had no idea you were seeing someone."
"I'm not." Bobby says flatly. "I wasn't myself last night, and said a bunch of crap I wouldn't normally say."
"But the girl?" Warren points to the monitor of the laptop.
"Wouldn't give me the time of day. This was all some sort of colossal fuck up, and Rachel is probably still laughing her ass off about it."
Hank and Warren both look slightly stunned at Bobby's swearing and then their expressions change to worried sympathy.
"Is she a mutant you met somewhere?" Warren asks quietly.
At the same time, Hank asks, "Were you drinking?"
"No and no." Bobby rakes his hands through his hair and throws himself onto his bed, where he sits sullenly, trying to think how to explain, or if he even should. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try us." Hank suggests, crouching in front of his friend, sounding sincere.
Warren turns the desk chair backward, so that he won't have to sit on his wings, resting his arms on the back and then his chin on his arms. "You said this was last night? Weren't you here all night?"
Bobby sighs, and decides to give it one more try...
Bobby wakes the morning after Valentine's Day feeling drained. He's tired and feels discontented, and is in no mood for a Danger Room session, or the chewing out he gets from Scott afterward for being slow and unfocused. Instead of arguing with his team's leader (there's no arguement, really), Bobby just mumbles an apology and a promise to do better next time. Scott stares at his retreating back with concern.
He can hear Scott asking Hank if Bobby had had a rough night, and Hank's reply that Bobby hadn't left their room all night. Bobby doesn't care what Scott thinks; he's tired of trying to explain Milliways to people who refuse to understand or believe. He's just trying to process what the hell happened to him last night, and how he feels about it.
He goes out onto the roof of the mansion; it's a prime spot for someone who wants to be alone with his thoughts. The view is nice, and it's not likely anyone will think to look for him there.
He's fairly sure that the behavior he remembers exhibiting in front of Rachel is pretty accurate--except he doesn't remember why he suddenly felt as if he'd die if she didn't love him as much as he loved her. LOVED her? Jeeze! Why would he even think that? Sure she's gorgeous, but she's about as warm as one of his snow cones and more prickly than a porcupine. He kind of likes her; she's had it really rough and is still standing--who wouldn't admire that? But love is another matter, entirely.
He winces a bit when he remembers all of the incredibly cheesy things he said to her, and how she laughed at him. He's not sure if he'll ever be able to look her in the face again. There's one burgeoning friendship down the drain. He sits and broods over his folly for a while longer before deciding to head to his room to hide from the rest of the team, and any further scolding coming his way.
It takes him a moment to realize that there are voices coming from his room, and that one of them is his. A rush of panic washes over him at the memory of the video he'd uploaded from his phone last night. Dear God! He'd burned a copy of that and blithely handed it over to Rachel, and now someone was in his room watching that video? He tries to think of exactly what he said once she'd started recording him, but isn't sure, exactly. He takes a deep breath, readying himself to be mocked and laughed at by at least one person on his team.
He can hear Hank's voice saying, "Wow. He's really got it bad."
"I've never seen him this way." Warren's voice murmurs, next.
So...at least two fifths of the team knows...
He throws open the door, and Hank and Warren at least have the decency to look abashed. Neither one of them his laughing, though.
"It would be nice if you guys didn't go through my stuff without asking." Bobby can feel the heat flooding into his face as he sees himself on the screen, wearing a besotted expression.
"Bobby, we're sorry," Warren says immediately. "We didn't mean to invade your privacy. We were worried about you, because you were acting so weird today. Now we know why. She's beautiful, by the way."
"Bobby..." Hank begins hesitantly. "We had no idea you were seeing someone."
"I'm not." Bobby says flatly. "I wasn't myself last night, and said a bunch of crap I wouldn't normally say."
"But the girl?" Warren points to the monitor of the laptop.
"Wouldn't give me the time of day. This was all some sort of colossal fuck up, and Rachel is probably still laughing her ass off about it."
Hank and Warren both look slightly stunned at Bobby's swearing and then their expressions change to worried sympathy.
"Is she a mutant you met somewhere?" Warren asks quietly.
At the same time, Hank asks, "Were you drinking?"
"No and no." Bobby rakes his hands through his hair and throws himself onto his bed, where he sits sullenly, trying to think how to explain, or if he even should. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try us." Hank suggests, crouching in front of his friend, sounding sincere.
Warren turns the desk chair backward, so that he won't have to sit on his wings, resting his arms on the back and then his chin on his arms. "You said this was last night? Weren't you here all night?"
Bobby sighs, and decides to give it one more try...