Overload

[husked616]

WHO: Paige and Angelo
WHERE: The Institute - The Living Room
WHEN: Afternoon day after her arrival
WARNINGS None
SUMMARY: Paige and Angelo reunion!
FORMAT: Para to start and then whatever works.

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[bxlomrmlezq]

Angelo had barely been at the Institute the past few days except for to sleep - and even then it had been less sleeping and more tossing and turning until he gave up and went for a walk that inevitably took him back out into the city for another day of taking buses and exploring places he hadn't seen before. It didn't accomplish anything except for take up his time, but that was good enough.

Today, however, he'd decided to remain, if only in the hopes that he'd finally conk out on a couch somewhere and catch up on a few days of sleep. Upon entering one of the rooms dedicated to mindless entertainment, he froze in the doorway.

He opened his mouth to speak, only to close it again and take a step into the room. Pausing for a moment, he finally said, "...Paige?"

[husked616]

Paige didn't hear. Too engrossed in her own thoughts to look up or even strain to hear the sound of someone entering the room. She was too content stretched out on the sofa, a calf dangling over the arm of the sofa with her arms folded over her belly. Too content to stare at the film and try to figure out the why's and wherefores of what was going on. Not that she felt in sufficient danger yet. She had been brought here for a reason--that much had been explained--but she was still waiting for the not-so-funny punch line.

But when she heard her name, something cold ran through her. A familiar voice that shouldn't have been familiar here.

When Paige turned to look, she gasped. A sharp, tight intake of breath that left her head spinning.

Angelo.

AngeloPaige tried to say something, anything but nothing came out. Just a string of sputterings as Paige's legs windmilled and she was dumped of the sofa onto her back, by her own shock

[bxlomrmlezq]

He felt a small part of him sink in disappointment, even as he tried to quirk a smile at the sight of her falling onto the floor in surprise. It wasn't Paige... or, it was, but not the Paige from before. He should have expected it, really. Jono had yet to return.

But either way...

Putting his hands in his pockets, he rocked back on his heels and forced the smile to his face.

"You look like you seen a ghost," he quipped, and if her reaction to that wouldn't tell all then he didn't know what would.

[husked616]

Paige swallowed when he spoke again. It was awkward. Paige's heart was doing double time, her stomach clenching almost painfully. She'd tried to be strong for Jubilee, to give her someone she could fall back on when she needed it but his death, the events that followed...they hurt. A friend, a part of her family, even, had died so someone could make a point.

And he was standing right in front of her, as alive as she.

"Oh my God..." She breathed. "Oh my God...Angelo...You're..." Her voice hitched, like a little laugh.

Alive and kicking? Living and breathing? Here? Here!

And there it was. The reality kicked in. Everything was overridden by that fact.

"Angelo!" She all but shrieked, running across the room at the poor guy. The coffee table got in the way, so she had to step onto it, then jump off, launching herself at Angelo in a full-bodied, arm-and-leg-tangling tackle.

They went down with a painful sounding thud.