Laura stripped off her uniform top and let it drop to the tile floor, the fabric a wet, sticky mess of blood stains and tears that could barely be called a shirt anymore. After the battle with the would-be goddess, Laura actually felt a little...tired. Almost sore, even. Apparently getting punched by a deity was a bit much even for her healing
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She understood most of it. She had wanted to check on Julian too, after he'd been rescued, but between being captured, and then attack on Utopia and being sent off to fight a goddess there hadn't been time. There never seemed to be time, really. Free moments always seemed to happen at the make-shift X-Force base, rather than the rare occasions they were actually near home.
If that was even the right word anymore.
She waited until he seemed to finish speaking, waited until his heart rate had slowed slightly, before she took a step towards him, bare feet curling into the rug slightly. "...I am fine, Julian." She held up an arm as if to indicate this, the arm that wasn't busy with the towel, anyway.
"...But thank you for wanting to check." She smiled faintly, just for a moment before it was gone. The fact that he had apparently come hunting across the country to look for her was...something. She couldn't even quantify it in her mind. Someone doing that and not wanting to kill her was a change. But doing it because they were worried?
That was completely new.
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“Yeah, well I thought you might’ve been hurt,” he said, as though that was justification for seeing her like this. “And I wanted to find you. I’d have come looking, Laura, they wouldn’t let me.” It seemed important to let her know that. He knew what it was like when the people you expected to be there, weren’t.
…Not that she’d have expected him to be. Or whatever.
“I’m sorry for doing the window thing. I should…let you get dressed.”
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Still, something was wrong here, she could sense his discomfort, and while part of her wanted to fix it, part of her was curious enough to push at it too. The problem with smelling other people and using it to judge their emotions was that it was non-specific, and became even more so the more emotionally erratic a person became.
"I can't get dressed yet," she explained with a faint shrug. She hadn't exactly brought extra clothing to fight a goddess, after all. Domino had mentioned something about grabbing clothing from a shop nearby, and Laura had told her to get her something. It was probably a risk, but she rarely cared what she was wearing, as long as it wasn't...jeans. Or bright colors.
"I did not mind the window. Is something wrong?" She asked, stepping closer to him, turning her gaze to peer up at him slightly.
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"Uh, what do you mean you can't get dressed?" Yeah, okay, so that was reaching, but it was a hell of a lot better than saying nothing. "What happened to you, where's the rest of your clothes?"
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She shifted faintly at his question, glancing back towards the bathroom where the remains of her uniform lay on the floor. "My uniform tore during the battle. It tore further when I attempted to remove it. I cannot wear it now, it is falling apart."
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It hadn't escaped his notice that she hadn't answered his question, either. He stepped forward, trying to ignore the damn towel.
"What battle? What happened to you? Was it the Leper Queen?"
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There was a faint hint of puzzlement in Laura's voice as she said that part. She wasn't entirely certain she even believed in things like that. And yet this had obviously worked.
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"Let me guess. That's what all the walking corpses were about. Who did ceremonial magic on you?"
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"Warpath. There was a lot of makeup. I've been washing it off." Hence the shower and lack of clothing.
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You should never meet your heroes. That was a lesson he'd learned.
"I'm glad you're okay. The dead guys showed up at home. Wish I could've been fighting them with you instead."
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She turned to consider him carefully for a moment. "...Thank you for wanting to help me, though." she added. "I would not have objected if you were there as well."
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So why was he there and not on a team? That never failed to annoy him. It didn't surprise him anymore. Cyclops didn't trust him and Frost had let him down. They didn't want him on one of the teams. Apparently neither did Laura.
He tried to not let that eat him up. Least not while he was with her. He just looked up again, meeting her eyes.
"Being there's useless when the people I like are somewhere else getting kidnapped and fighting vampire goddesses." He let out a huff of air. "And Utopia sucks when you aren't around anyway."
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People were rarely understanding.
"I'm sorry." She finally said, and she meant it. "I go where I am sent. It...does not involve going there much."
And part of her was glad Julian wasn't on X-Force. Not because he wasn't capable, but just because she didn't want to see him turn into the mass murderer the rest of them already were. Julian seemed to miss her though. Would that trade-off be worth it?
Probably not.
"You can stay here for tonight if you wish. If that would help."
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This wasn't the same. That dream had died a long time ago, and Utopia was nothing but a shadow of that. They weren't secret heroes anymore, they were holed up and fighting for survival all the time. That wasn't what he had wanted to be. But these days, he couldn't imagine being anything else. When Laura was around, things were different for him. He liked her in a genuine way. He wanted to spend time around her.
When she asked him to stay he looked up at her, trying to read her face. He failed, as usual. He never knew what she was thinking, could never even guess at it. She gave so little away. And what did she mean, if that would help? Help what? Help him not to miss her? He'd learned that was a given, no matter what else was going on.
"It's not gonna mean I don't want you around," he said, after a minute. "But I'd like that. A lot." He took a step closer to her, slipping off his jacket and moving to put it around her shoulders.
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"You may stay, then." She echoed her previous offer after he spoke, giving a little unnecessary bob of her head that she probably didn't realize she had done. She didn't react at all when he stepped closer, just watching him, her eyes slightly narrowed. When his jacket wrapped around her shoulders, there was a momentary unconscious shiver at the warm material against wet skin.
"It is going to get wet." She pointed out. Not that she tried to take it off. Her arm shifted slightly to draw it around her some, though it didn't cover enough to make the towel unnecessary.
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"Best I can do, I didn't exactly bring a suitcase." He found her eyes, because looking anywhere else was quite frankly dangerous. "You should probably dry off, though. I'll give you space."
He was giving himself space, too. She'd made him think about a lot of things, not all of which he liked. And the part he liked least was that absolutely none of it changed the fact that he didn't want to leave her without--
Without what? Whatever it was he wanted her to understand, he couldn't even name it to himself. Couldn't articulate it. And he was thinking too much. He moved to the door. He'd wait in the hall till she was ready.
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