I want your loving and I want your revenge

[immortalstudies]

Day: 79
Characters: Huey Laforet (immortalstudies), Cross Marian (underzealous)
Summary: A long talk between old acquaintances. Full of hurt feelings and the typical marital drama. I.e. therapy times for Cross, talking therapy for now.
When: DAY - After breakfast.
Where: Therapy Block - Dr. Laforet's Office.
Status: Closed; Ongoing.

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[underzealous]

And so Huey had returned. Cross wasn't quite thrilled to have him back, but that was because he had to go and choose staff over the rest of them. How rude.

He was still willing to meet with him, evidenced by the fact he showed no signs of fighting against his escorts. But he still wasn't pleased. No, he was still a touch bitter over it. Made him wonder if he was losing his tough as far as reading people went. Perhaps he was getting sloppy... Actually, he knew he was, but there wasn't much he could do about it now. In any case, no matter how bitter he may have been, he did want to snoop a bit. Perhaps Huey would feel generous (or unguarded) and spill some kind of interesting information.

The first thing that drew his attention in the room was... well, the lack of light. Not dark, but a little dim. And rather theatrical with all the lightning and commotion outside. He lingered around the doorway temporarily, saying nothing just yet.

[immortalstudies]

The smile that spread on Huey's lips had something of a razor wrapped in silk; sharp and thin and gleaming cold, soft as a feather, somewhere on that strange line between affection and blood-thirst. Affection won; even with the look in his eye still inscrutable, dead and passive - the expression of his features was soft, and he extended his hand in invitation.

"Please, take a seat, Mr. Marian."

His calm voice was almost unnatural in the silence of the room - an unwanted, foreign interruption of the monotonous noise of the hail and thunderstorm outside. It didn't bother him, but he had a distinct disinterest in silence. He was here to here, to see, to examine and judge. This subject, Cross Marian.

And so he waited, although he had had the courtesy to stand up when Cross had entered. He still stood now, waiting for a reaction more than for compliance with his wish.

[underzealous]

Cross only smiled right back, gazing at Huey from across the room. He remained where he was, hands in his pockets, not yet bothering to step any closer. Surprisingly, he looked at ease and comfortable with his surroundings as he casually turned his attention from Huey, instead staring at one of the windows and the storm beyond it.

If Cross Marian was anything at all, he was at least a decent faker.

After a long silence, he finally spoke and, slowly, began to walk forward. "This sets a gloomy mood, doesn't it?" The lighting, the weather-- truth be told, he actually enjoyed rumbling storms. Not so much hail, though.

[immortalstudies]

Nerves of steel, indeed. Admirable. The tall redhead stood there, without a reaction, and without a single hint as to what he was thinking. Huey thought he could imagine, of course, but in the end, what he imagined was just that - speculations, worthless for a man of science. It got him nowhere. He almost betrayed his admiration for the other man's poker-face, poker-smile, but he held back, and then, Cross' question interrupted his thoughts.

Standing behind his desk, Huey slowly turned to cast a look out the window. Cross was right - the weather was gloomy; wild and depressing at once, probably, if one was affected by the weather. To him it was an occurrence that came and passed, but so were so many things in life. This now, after Cross' comment, filled him with a strange amusement, and he crossed his arms.

"It's what one has to expect, after it was so sunny for so long." He turned back at Cross, first just his head, then his body. "You don't seem so gloomy yourself, though."