Bobby and Quatre Backdated 02/03
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ax_main Quatre comes to apologize to Bobby for how he acted on the mission.
Quatre took a deep breath as he looked up at Bobby’s dorm room door, pausing before knocking so he could run through what he wanted to say one last time. Sorry I snapped at you and let go of the girls. Sorry I couldn’t hold on. it didn’t help that he kept remembering how angry he had felt at Bobby, how much he had wanted to hurt him in that moment and how that must have showed on his face. Quatre sighed softly and reached out to knock, better to just get it done than dwell on it.
Bobby glanced up from his homework with a puzzled expression. Someone was knocking. He was fairly sure no one ever knocked - Kitty walked through the wall, Tommy appeared next to him before he even realized the door had opened, Kurt teleported. Not that Kurt would knock anyway, it being his room, but...right. Knocking. "Come in?" he requested, testing the words out. Yep. It had been a long time since he'd said that.
Quatre heard the call of permission and took another calming breath before opening the door and moving inside. “Ah, hello Bobby. You aren’t busy at the moment are you?”
"Just doing homework, so yeah. Not so as you'd notice." Bobby offered a crooked smile and got to his feet. "Glad you stopped by. How're you doing?"
Quatre felt he could breathe a little easier when he saw Bobby smile. Bobby always seemed very laid back and Quatre was glad because it made him easier to talk to. He shut the door behind him softly and turned back to Bobby with an apologetic look. “I’m doing better now, thank you. I actually wanted to come here and apologize for what I said to you back on the mission. I shouldn’t have snapped like that at you when you pulled away.”
Waving aside the apology, Bobby shook his head and smiled. "Nah, you were right. I fucked up, big time. That was part of why I stopped by that night - I wanted to apologize."
Quatre winced a little remembering that night, how he hadn’t wanted to leave Trowa’s side since his calm was the only thing keeping Quatre sane. He hadn’t even opened the door to speak to Bobby, just talked to him through the door because he didn’t want to see the person he’d lashed out at. It had been extremely rude. “I’m sorry for that as well. I should have at least come to the door to speak with you. My roommate was helping me keep calm and I was scared if I let go then I’d lose it again.”
"It's cool," Bobby assured him. He hadn't thought of that - he'd been able to see that Quatre was upset, but he hadn't realized it was still the girls' emotions. "It takes a while to get rid of it, then? I didn't know that. I just thought you were upset over how the mission went." He had been, after all, with snarling wolf girls and a snapping teammate and Scott bleeding all over the place. Come to think of it, he really didn't feel all that much better about it now.
Quatre ribbed at his arm a little awkwardly and nodded. “Yeah, when it’s a strong emotion and I hold on for a longer time it tends to stick for a day or two but wears off over time.”
He tugged his sweater down a bit and cleared his throat. “How is Scott?”
Bobby frowned. "Out of isolation, which I'm pretty sure the jerk enjoyed thoroughly. No sign that he's going to be howling at the moon next month, though honestly, I'd have loved to have gotten that on videotape, just once." He offered a faint smile as a thought occurred to him. "I wonder if I could grab something off the internet, doctor it, and convince him that it was him?"
“That sounds mean.” Quatre replied but smiled anyway because he couldn’t help but find it a little funny now that he knew Scott was alright and not infected. “But Scott seems like the type who doesn’t get fooled easily. You would have to make it pretty convincing.”
"Right? And I'm not that good at video editing." Bobby sighed dramatically and shook his head. "Thus the best ideas never come to fruit-tion, or whatever that word is. Anyway, he's doing okay. Y'know, for someone who's been bitten. I still can't believe the Professor's having them stay here after that."
“I am guessing it’s because otherwise they would be locked in that rehabilitation place instead of getting help with their mutation.” Quatre frowned, the place having looked like it could barely help regular people, let alone two mutants who went blood thirsty every full moon. “Surely they can be helped better here.”
"Well, yeah," Bobby agreed, because that was a given. "But then there's the fact they bit Scott. I'm not exactly in favor of having shape-shifting, biting, sort-of-psychotic girls wandering around the halls."
Quatre pursed his lips a little because he understood Bobby’s concern. “Yes, they can be violent when they are changing. We have experienced that first hand, but I guess the professor trusts their treatment enough to let them in. I think as long as they have their cure they can’t change?”
"I'll believe it when we get through the next full moon," Bobby admitted. "Let's be realistic, even Dr. McCoy can't really have experience with this."
“I don’t think anyone but them do.” Quatre admitted with a helpless shrug. “I wonder if this means we shouldn’t rule out the existence of all mythological beings from now on.”
"Great. The next person on the doorstep will be one of those vamps from Vampire Love Triangle." Bobby grinned. "Except it'll turn out that they're mutants who can only digest blood or something."
“Yikes.” Quatre let his own grin show. “That must be a miserable life. Drinking only blood? Nothing but metal tasting liquid for days.”
"Right? Hard pass." Bobby shuddered. "I don't even like hamburgers rare."
“Medium rare is the most I will go on meats.” Quatre stated then gave a small shrug. “Thank you again for checking on me that day, even if I didn’t really talk to you. It meant a lot to me.”
"Hey, least I could do." Bobby grinned.
Quatre took a deep breath as he looked up at Bobby’s dorm room door, pausing before knocking so he could run through what he wanted to say one last time. Sorry I snapped at you and let go of the girls. Sorry I couldn’t hold on. it didn’t help that he kept remembering how angry he had felt at Bobby, how much he had wanted to hurt him in that moment and how that must have showed on his face. Quatre sighed softly and reached out to knock, better to just get it done than dwell on it.
Bobby glanced up from his homework with a puzzled expression. Someone was knocking. He was fairly sure no one ever knocked - Kitty walked through the wall, Tommy appeared next to him before he even realized the door had opened, Kurt teleported. Not that Kurt would knock anyway, it being his room, but...right. Knocking. "Come in?" he requested, testing the words out. Yep. It had been a long time since he'd said that.
Quatre heard the call of permission and took another calming breath before opening the door and moving inside. “Ah, hello Bobby. You aren’t busy at the moment are you?”
"Just doing homework, so yeah. Not so as you'd notice." Bobby offered a crooked smile and got to his feet. "Glad you stopped by. How're you doing?"
Quatre felt he could breathe a little easier when he saw Bobby smile. Bobby always seemed very laid back and Quatre was glad because it made him easier to talk to. He shut the door behind him softly and turned back to Bobby with an apologetic look. “I’m doing better now, thank you. I actually wanted to come here and apologize for what I said to you back on the mission. I shouldn’t have snapped like that at you when you pulled away.”
Waving aside the apology, Bobby shook his head and smiled. "Nah, you were right. I fucked up, big time. That was part of why I stopped by that night - I wanted to apologize."
Quatre winced a little remembering that night, how he hadn’t wanted to leave Trowa’s side since his calm was the only thing keeping Quatre sane. He hadn’t even opened the door to speak to Bobby, just talked to him through the door because he didn’t want to see the person he’d lashed out at. It had been extremely rude. “I’m sorry for that as well. I should have at least come to the door to speak with you. My roommate was helping me keep calm and I was scared if I let go then I’d lose it again.”
"It's cool," Bobby assured him. He hadn't thought of that - he'd been able to see that Quatre was upset, but he hadn't realized it was still the girls' emotions. "It takes a while to get rid of it, then? I didn't know that. I just thought you were upset over how the mission went." He had been, after all, with snarling wolf girls and a snapping teammate and Scott bleeding all over the place. Come to think of it, he really didn't feel all that much better about it now.
Quatre ribbed at his arm a little awkwardly and nodded. “Yeah, when it’s a strong emotion and I hold on for a longer time it tends to stick for a day or two but wears off over time.”
He tugged his sweater down a bit and cleared his throat. “How is Scott?”
Bobby frowned. "Out of isolation, which I'm pretty sure the jerk enjoyed thoroughly. No sign that he's going to be howling at the moon next month, though honestly, I'd have loved to have gotten that on videotape, just once." He offered a faint smile as a thought occurred to him. "I wonder if I could grab something off the internet, doctor it, and convince him that it was him?"
“That sounds mean.” Quatre replied but smiled anyway because he couldn’t help but find it a little funny now that he knew Scott was alright and not infected. “But Scott seems like the type who doesn’t get fooled easily. You would have to make it pretty convincing.”
"Right? And I'm not that good at video editing." Bobby sighed dramatically and shook his head. "Thus the best ideas never come to fruit-tion, or whatever that word is. Anyway, he's doing okay. Y'know, for someone who's been bitten. I still can't believe the Professor's having them stay here after that."
“I am guessing it’s because otherwise they would be locked in that rehabilitation place instead of getting help with their mutation.” Quatre frowned, the place having looked like it could barely help regular people, let alone two mutants who went blood thirsty every full moon. “Surely they can be helped better here.”
"Well, yeah," Bobby agreed, because that was a given. "But then there's the fact they bit Scott. I'm not exactly in favor of having shape-shifting, biting, sort-of-psychotic girls wandering around the halls."
Quatre pursed his lips a little because he understood Bobby’s concern. “Yes, they can be violent when they are changing. We have experienced that first hand, but I guess the professor trusts their treatment enough to let them in. I think as long as they have their cure they can’t change?”
"I'll believe it when we get through the next full moon," Bobby admitted. "Let's be realistic, even Dr. McCoy can't really have experience with this."
“I don’t think anyone but them do.” Quatre admitted with a helpless shrug. “I wonder if this means we shouldn’t rule out the existence of all mythological beings from now on.”
"Great. The next person on the doorstep will be one of those vamps from Vampire Love Triangle." Bobby grinned. "Except it'll turn out that they're mutants who can only digest blood or something."
“Yikes.” Quatre let his own grin show. “That must be a miserable life. Drinking only blood? Nothing but metal tasting liquid for days.”
"Right? Hard pass." Bobby shuddered. "I don't even like hamburgers rare."
“Medium rare is the most I will go on meats.” Quatre stated then gave a small shrug. “Thank you again for checking on me that day, even if I didn’t really talk to you. It meant a lot to me.”
"Hey, least I could do." Bobby grinned.
