Simon and Goodnight, in the infirmary
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ax_mainSimon helps Goody up his infirmary geek out game. Goody decides they're going to be friends.
If Xavier's wanted to win Goodnight's favor, handing him a cell phone with unlimited data--and connected to extremely fast wifi--was a good first step. The world of readily available information had been denied him for a long time--longer than he'd realized, even--and he was ready to catch up. First and foremost on Game of Thrones.
When the theme song started playing, Goody glanced over to make sure Billy wasn't disturbed. But no. There he slept, peaceful as an angel. A half-starved, wolfish, murdering little angel. He still looked like shit, but at least he was getting care. They could decide what to do about this place once he was well enough to eat solid food. For now, Goodnight just hummed along with the familiar theme and sat back in his chair. He propped one foot up on a knee, crossing his legs, and held his phone up on the other.
Simon couldn't help but recognize the theme, even half asleep as he was, curled up on a cot in the other room. It was soft, to be sure, but Simon knew the theme song anywhere, and it was utterly out of place in an infirmary of refugees from an experimental lab. Rolling to a sitting position, he listened for a moment, then certain he was right, he rose to his feet and poked his head into the next room.
He certainly didn't expect to see one of the boys trying to stream the show on his newly gifted phone. Granted, the Xavier's wifi was better than anything you could get elsewhere, but the screen size was completely subpar for a show like Game of Thrones. He attempted to softly clear his throat without disturbing the boy sleeping in the bed.
Goody paused the playback and looked up, then smiled. He still wasn't sure if Simon was a Doogie Houser or just an assistant--Goody hadn't been in a talking mood during his examination, fixated as he'd been on Billy's state. Simon was as clean cut as they came, with something of the rich kid about him--if in a different way than Goody.
After a quick glance at Billy to reassure himself, Goodnight stood and came to the door. Quietly, he said, "Simon. Sorry I wasn't feeling chatty yesterday. Thanks for the check-up." He had a weird way of going about it, but it spared Goodnight having to answer too many questions, so there was that.
Simon motioned Goodnight outside the door, so they could talk without worry of waking the other boy. "It's understandable. I wasn't very chatty myself. That much use of my powers can be fairly draining."
Goodnight followed, smiling wryly. "Certainly was a lot of us to process. My own powers can be a little much at times, so I feel you, my friend."
"I hope it's not out of line, but you seem...a bit more at ease than some of the others," Simon told him, as they closed the door to within a crack - just enough to hear if Billy woke.
"What can I say--I carry home with me, so I never have to feel out of place." Goody's wry smile got even wryer. He glanced quickly at the door, satisfying himself Simon had left it slightly open, and leaned with one hip against the jamb. He crossed one foot in front of the other, planting a toe and striking an easy cowboy pose. "Which is much easier here than it was at the last place I had to lay my head." Goody wasn't quite himself yet--it was gonna take time. But he felt like he could get back there, for the firs time in forever.
"That's good to hear," Simon quirked a small smile. "And I heard you playing some Game of Thrones in there..."
Goody chuckled quietly, gesturing with his phone. "I was already pissed off, but then I found out those bastards made me missed two whole seasons."
"Well," Simon told him, "a phone screen is hardly fitting for that kind of show. If you'd like something bigger, I think we can cast from the phone to one of our screens here in the infirmary. Either in Billy's room, or out here."
"I like the way you think." Goody broke out into a crooked-toothed smile and scrubbed at his patchy facial hair thoughtfully. "Billy's room'd be better. I'd seem a lot less easy if he was out of my sight for too long."
Simon huffed out a soft breath. "I completely understand. My boyfriend was recently down here with his own injuries." Then he paused, raising a hand up. "Not that I think that you two-"
Goody laughed and shook his head. "No problem, mon ami, don't worry yourself. Romance has been the furthest thing from my mind for longer than I care to remember, but I take your point. Someone you generally watch over, that kind of thing." Though it did beg the question: "And that's not a problem for anyone here? The heteronormative types, I mean to say?"
"Not usually," Simon told him. "Most of the students here are unusual in their own way, so a difference in sexuality or gender doesn't seem to phase most. In fact, we have a wide spectrum of genders and sexual preferences here. I uh, I'm in a polyamorous relationship myself, though I don't know how it happened. There are, however, a few who are a bit less accepting. I keep a wide berth when I can."
Goodnight looked impressed. "They's always one or two of em, but that's a big improvement on my hometown." Then his eyes, squinting with the smile, took on a little twinkle. "Good for you though, man. What, you got a couple girls and a boy? Two boys? Good lookin' guy like you."
Simon flushed a bit, and reached up to rub at the back of his neck a little self-consciously. "Two boys: Jean Paul Beaubier and Warren Worthington. I don't...generally announce that, but it's not a secret either - at least at the school. You'll undoubtedly meet them in due time, or at least read about them online. Our identities as mutants are rather public, even if our relationship is not."
"Well, well, well, celebrity boyfriends." Goody's smile went a little bit crooked, as he was utterly charmed by Simon's reaction. But more importantly, it was also a mark in the 'pro' column for Xavier's. A queer-friendly atmosphere was something Goody wouldn't compromise on ever again... and the idea of mutants who were known to the public was a good sign, very likely. Less to hide, better for everyone. "Looks like we got plenty more than just the perfectly manicured lawns and resplendent house to explore once Billy's feeling better."
"Oh, I'm sure you'll find your way into all kinds of things here," Simon sighed. "I certainly did, and I wasn't trying. In any case... do you think that the sound of the show will bother Billy?"
Goody looked like he was about to ask, but Simon's second thought cut him off. He shook his head. "He sleeps like a log apparently. Didn't even twitch when I turned it on the phone. If it bothers him later I'll turn it right off, don't you worry, doc. Or doc's... assistant?"
"It's complicated, like most things here," Simon smiled. "I'm pre-med, so no license, but because of my experience in the medical field and the unique advantage given by my abilities, I assist more often than not. And now you know more about me than most people."
Made sense, about the doctoring. The way he'd explained his powers seemed diagnostically powerful, so it made sense to use him regardless of a medical license. That kind of education, their powers generally gave them... or they went crazy real quick. Goodnight cocked an eyebrow. "That so? You don't strike me as the shy type. The shy type with two boyfriends..."
"If you knew my boyfriends, it would make more sense," Simon rolled his eyes, but smiled. "What, uh, what about you? That is, before the Right. If I'm not mistaken, the accent is...Louisiana? The name is certainly unique."
"Cajuns are always a dead giveaway, even if we didn't crawl straight out of the bayou." Goodnight looked mighty pleased Simon had recognized it, too. "I got several siblings with names just as unique--who I'm going to tell I'm not dead as soon as I think it through careful-like--and parents I'm sure will be happy to pretend I'm as dead as I'll pretend they are," he said easily, with about the same emotion he might discuss county fair goldfish that lasted all of a week. Which was to say, very little. "They being the reason all my boyfriends were shortlived affairs, generally consisting of stolen moments in closets at very fancy parties. It'll be nice to see the other half."
Simon's lips twitched. "Well, despite my being from Virginia, it sounds like we had a similar upbringing. I'm familiar with the very fancy parties myself. Also with the feelings, or lack thereof, towards my parents."
Goodnight chuckled. "I knew you were more than just a pretty face. I think we're gonna be friends, Simon."
Simon's eyebrows lifted. "Don't get ahead of yourself. You've met me at my best. I'm notoriously difficult to get along with. Trust me. I have a reputation."
"So do I," Goody assured him, still grinning. "I am notoriously easy to get along with. Especially for someone who appreciates the big screen potential of Game of Thrones."
"Well, there's that." Simon reached out to open the door and slip inside, setting up the viewscreen on the far side of the room. It was larger than most - practically 55', and at first, seemed to display medical information, before Simon switched the input to receive Goody's phone.
Goodnight pulled his chair up so he could rest his feet on Billy's bed, but he didn't sit yet. He followed Simon to watch how he did things, just in case. "You always down here?"
"Often enough," Simon agreed, turning back and holding out a hand for Goody's phone. "But if I'm not, I'll give you my number just in case."
"Merci." Goody handed the phone over with a little smile. "Call yourself, so you have mine. In case you need to commiserate about the state of queer acceptance below the Mason-Dixon line--above it, too, come to think of it. Or just talk about the last episode."
Simon set the phone to start casting the rest of the opening, then called his own phone, just to get the number. Finally, he handed the phone back with a smile. "Enjoy catching up. You might want to skip some of the scenes with Ramsay Bolton."
"Ugh. Hate that little fucker. Thank you kindly, Simon." Goody threw in a little wink for good measure. Just because it felt good to be talking like himself again. Freely.
"Uh, right," Simon managed, thrown off guard by the wink. Then he gently pulled the door almost shut, and answered, "Anytime."
If Xavier's wanted to win Goodnight's favor, handing him a cell phone with unlimited data--and connected to extremely fast wifi--was a good first step. The world of readily available information had been denied him for a long time--longer than he'd realized, even--and he was ready to catch up. First and foremost on Game of Thrones.
When the theme song started playing, Goody glanced over to make sure Billy wasn't disturbed. But no. There he slept, peaceful as an angel. A half-starved, wolfish, murdering little angel. He still looked like shit, but at least he was getting care. They could decide what to do about this place once he was well enough to eat solid food. For now, Goodnight just hummed along with the familiar theme and sat back in his chair. He propped one foot up on a knee, crossing his legs, and held his phone up on the other.
Simon couldn't help but recognize the theme, even half asleep as he was, curled up on a cot in the other room. It was soft, to be sure, but Simon knew the theme song anywhere, and it was utterly out of place in an infirmary of refugees from an experimental lab. Rolling to a sitting position, he listened for a moment, then certain he was right, he rose to his feet and poked his head into the next room.
He certainly didn't expect to see one of the boys trying to stream the show on his newly gifted phone. Granted, the Xavier's wifi was better than anything you could get elsewhere, but the screen size was completely subpar for a show like Game of Thrones. He attempted to softly clear his throat without disturbing the boy sleeping in the bed.
Goody paused the playback and looked up, then smiled. He still wasn't sure if Simon was a Doogie Houser or just an assistant--Goody hadn't been in a talking mood during his examination, fixated as he'd been on Billy's state. Simon was as clean cut as they came, with something of the rich kid about him--if in a different way than Goody.
After a quick glance at Billy to reassure himself, Goodnight stood and came to the door. Quietly, he said, "Simon. Sorry I wasn't feeling chatty yesterday. Thanks for the check-up." He had a weird way of going about it, but it spared Goodnight having to answer too many questions, so there was that.
Simon motioned Goodnight outside the door, so they could talk without worry of waking the other boy. "It's understandable. I wasn't very chatty myself. That much use of my powers can be fairly draining."
Goodnight followed, smiling wryly. "Certainly was a lot of us to process. My own powers can be a little much at times, so I feel you, my friend."
"I hope it's not out of line, but you seem...a bit more at ease than some of the others," Simon told him, as they closed the door to within a crack - just enough to hear if Billy woke.
"What can I say--I carry home with me, so I never have to feel out of place." Goody's wry smile got even wryer. He glanced quickly at the door, satisfying himself Simon had left it slightly open, and leaned with one hip against the jamb. He crossed one foot in front of the other, planting a toe and striking an easy cowboy pose. "Which is much easier here than it was at the last place I had to lay my head." Goody wasn't quite himself yet--it was gonna take time. But he felt like he could get back there, for the firs time in forever.
"That's good to hear," Simon quirked a small smile. "And I heard you playing some Game of Thrones in there..."
Goody chuckled quietly, gesturing with his phone. "I was already pissed off, but then I found out those bastards made me missed two whole seasons."
"Well," Simon told him, "a phone screen is hardly fitting for that kind of show. If you'd like something bigger, I think we can cast from the phone to one of our screens here in the infirmary. Either in Billy's room, or out here."
"I like the way you think." Goody broke out into a crooked-toothed smile and scrubbed at his patchy facial hair thoughtfully. "Billy's room'd be better. I'd seem a lot less easy if he was out of my sight for too long."
Simon huffed out a soft breath. "I completely understand. My boyfriend was recently down here with his own injuries." Then he paused, raising a hand up. "Not that I think that you two-"
Goody laughed and shook his head. "No problem, mon ami, don't worry yourself. Romance has been the furthest thing from my mind for longer than I care to remember, but I take your point. Someone you generally watch over, that kind of thing." Though it did beg the question: "And that's not a problem for anyone here? The heteronormative types, I mean to say?"
"Not usually," Simon told him. "Most of the students here are unusual in their own way, so a difference in sexuality or gender doesn't seem to phase most. In fact, we have a wide spectrum of genders and sexual preferences here. I uh, I'm in a polyamorous relationship myself, though I don't know how it happened. There are, however, a few who are a bit less accepting. I keep a wide berth when I can."
Goodnight looked impressed. "They's always one or two of em, but that's a big improvement on my hometown." Then his eyes, squinting with the smile, took on a little twinkle. "Good for you though, man. What, you got a couple girls and a boy? Two boys? Good lookin' guy like you."
Simon flushed a bit, and reached up to rub at the back of his neck a little self-consciously. "Two boys: Jean Paul Beaubier and Warren Worthington. I don't...generally announce that, but it's not a secret either - at least at the school. You'll undoubtedly meet them in due time, or at least read about them online. Our identities as mutants are rather public, even if our relationship is not."
"Well, well, well, celebrity boyfriends." Goody's smile went a little bit crooked, as he was utterly charmed by Simon's reaction. But more importantly, it was also a mark in the 'pro' column for Xavier's. A queer-friendly atmosphere was something Goody wouldn't compromise on ever again... and the idea of mutants who were known to the public was a good sign, very likely. Less to hide, better for everyone. "Looks like we got plenty more than just the perfectly manicured lawns and resplendent house to explore once Billy's feeling better."
"Oh, I'm sure you'll find your way into all kinds of things here," Simon sighed. "I certainly did, and I wasn't trying. In any case... do you think that the sound of the show will bother Billy?"
Goody looked like he was about to ask, but Simon's second thought cut him off. He shook his head. "He sleeps like a log apparently. Didn't even twitch when I turned it on the phone. If it bothers him later I'll turn it right off, don't you worry, doc. Or doc's... assistant?"
"It's complicated, like most things here," Simon smiled. "I'm pre-med, so no license, but because of my experience in the medical field and the unique advantage given by my abilities, I assist more often than not. And now you know more about me than most people."
Made sense, about the doctoring. The way he'd explained his powers seemed diagnostically powerful, so it made sense to use him regardless of a medical license. That kind of education, their powers generally gave them... or they went crazy real quick. Goodnight cocked an eyebrow. "That so? You don't strike me as the shy type. The shy type with two boyfriends..."
"If you knew my boyfriends, it would make more sense," Simon rolled his eyes, but smiled. "What, uh, what about you? That is, before the Right. If I'm not mistaken, the accent is...Louisiana? The name is certainly unique."
"Cajuns are always a dead giveaway, even if we didn't crawl straight out of the bayou." Goodnight looked mighty pleased Simon had recognized it, too. "I got several siblings with names just as unique--who I'm going to tell I'm not dead as soon as I think it through careful-like--and parents I'm sure will be happy to pretend I'm as dead as I'll pretend they are," he said easily, with about the same emotion he might discuss county fair goldfish that lasted all of a week. Which was to say, very little. "They being the reason all my boyfriends were shortlived affairs, generally consisting of stolen moments in closets at very fancy parties. It'll be nice to see the other half."
Simon's lips twitched. "Well, despite my being from Virginia, it sounds like we had a similar upbringing. I'm familiar with the very fancy parties myself. Also with the feelings, or lack thereof, towards my parents."
Goodnight chuckled. "I knew you were more than just a pretty face. I think we're gonna be friends, Simon."
Simon's eyebrows lifted. "Don't get ahead of yourself. You've met me at my best. I'm notoriously difficult to get along with. Trust me. I have a reputation."
"So do I," Goody assured him, still grinning. "I am notoriously easy to get along with. Especially for someone who appreciates the big screen potential of Game of Thrones."
"Well, there's that." Simon reached out to open the door and slip inside, setting up the viewscreen on the far side of the room. It was larger than most - practically 55', and at first, seemed to display medical information, before Simon switched the input to receive Goody's phone.
Goodnight pulled his chair up so he could rest his feet on Billy's bed, but he didn't sit yet. He followed Simon to watch how he did things, just in case. "You always down here?"
"Often enough," Simon agreed, turning back and holding out a hand for Goody's phone. "But if I'm not, I'll give you my number just in case."
"Merci." Goody handed the phone over with a little smile. "Call yourself, so you have mine. In case you need to commiserate about the state of queer acceptance below the Mason-Dixon line--above it, too, come to think of it. Or just talk about the last episode."
Simon set the phone to start casting the rest of the opening, then called his own phone, just to get the number. Finally, he handed the phone back with a smile. "Enjoy catching up. You might want to skip some of the scenes with Ramsay Bolton."
"Ugh. Hate that little fucker. Thank you kindly, Simon." Goody threw in a little wink for good measure. Just because it felt good to be talking like himself again. Freely.
"Uh, right," Simon managed, thrown off guard by the wink. Then he gently pulled the door almost shut, and answered, "Anytime."
