Jason didn't pinpoint into the house after leaving the Nexus. The magic or whatever it was that the devices depended on left too noticeable a signature, and he wasn't sure of Scott's mood
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Jason finally ventures down that way, a little shocked at the mess. He's glad nothing blew up, but then Scott was too damn careful to keep that from happening.
"Hey, boss... I'm sure no one saw. They were too busy dealing with their own stuff."
"No." Jason just stares at the floor for a bit, biting his lip. He hasn't heard that tone directed toward him in... ever. So many things he wants to do, make it better for Scott most of all.
"But I'm easily replaceable. I even come with a modifiable memory."
Very, very quietly, Scott asks "...Jason, please come down here closer to where I'm sitting?" When he's got Jason closer- he pulls him close.
"I never. I don't talk about. Think about that. Those." A little too tight of a squeeze, and Scott admits in a hissed whisper "It was so long ago and I was so different I could afford to be."
One of the advantages to being short was how easily he could curl up against Scott's side and rest his head against the man's shoulder. The squeeze gets barely a wince out of him.
"I understand." He knows, better than most, how much control meant to Scott. "'s why, if you need to make it go away, I understand."
"...I just- I never. I didn't ever say that." He's half-puzzled and half-furious that he finally did. "Not ever." Another squeeze- not as firm, thankfully.
That was the biggest sign of how badly tonight had shaken Scott, he didn't automatically know what Jason had been going to ask. No knowing look or answer before he'd even asked the question.
"Do you want to make so it never... that no one knows?"
"...given the amount of shielding that too many people tote around in the Nexus, psychically speaking, I don't see how I can, short of a bodycount that would make some people view me as Mengele's equal."
Jason relaxes just the littlest bit, one arm sliding across Scott in an awkward hug. "Told you, I doubt anyone saw. They were all busy with their own thing and you left right after."
"...I don't like people having information about me, Jason," Scott whispers, reaching one hand up Jason's spine, stroking the back of his neck, the back of his head. "It means they can apply leverage."
"It was..." He winces at how loud his voice sounds in the room. Ducking his head, he says it again, quieter this time.
"It was just a song, and the only ones around at the time are idiots. And they think you're a college student. Probably thought you were talking about a high school girlfriend."
Scott kisses Jason's hair and he whispers, quietly, "That's... that is about who you remind me of, Jason." A slight swallow. "I hope that's not... that it doesn't hurt too much."
Jason had officially entered the twilight zone, with no idea what to do or say. How fucked up was it to tell the person you're sleeping with 'no, the fact that I remind you of my great-grandmother, who you loved and tortured and left so she would be heartbroken and slightly insane, doesn't bother me at all'?
Not to mention it felt like the big bad of the mutant worlds was apologizing to him.
There were specimens down here.
There were instruments.
There was a working computer.
Note the previously employed past tense.
He's gripping his knees, hard enough that joints pop, and staring at the wall.
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"Hey, boss... I'm sure no one saw. They were too busy dealing with their own stuff."
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It's just dead. Cold. Flat.
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"But I'm easily replaceable. I even come with a modifiable memory."
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"I never. I don't talk about. Think about that. Those." A little too tight of a squeeze, and Scott admits in a hissed whisper "It was so long ago and I was so different I could afford to be."
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"I understand." He knows, better than most, how much control meant to Scott. "'s why, if you need to make it go away, I understand."
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"Not ever." Another squeeze- not as firm, thankfully.
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Not boss, not sir, not sure what to call him right now.
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A little over-terse for speaking to someone you're holding as close as Scott's holding Jason.
...after a long moment, he leans and kisses Jason's ear. "I'm-- overwrought tonight, pup. What were you going to say."
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"Do you want to make so it never... that no one knows?"
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"It means they can apply leverage."
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"It was just a song, and the only ones around at the time are idiots. And they think you're a college student. Probably thought you were talking about a high school girlfriend."
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A slight swallow. "I hope that's not... that it doesn't hurt too much."
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Not to mention it felt like the big bad of the mutant worlds was apologizing to him.
"No. I'm... fine. More worried about you, boss."
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