[Scott appreciates him avoiding the false platitudes, but...
Keep going, huh? He knows he should, he probably has to, but is he just going to return being the leader of the X-Men again? Scott has doubts that the Professor even wants him around anymore, not when Storm has stepped up in his stead. Does he even really have a place anywhere? If he doesn't have Jean, if he doesn't have the X-Men, what use is there for him? The thought nearly makes him sink further, mind despairing as his gaze turns downward.
He doesn't try to deny the words of his companion here, because he's not necessarily incorrect. Far from it. He-- he himself just isn't ready. Hopefully Charles doesn't expect a full answer or agreement from him just yet, although he's tempted to just tell him that hitting something real hard sounds really appealing. He might go for a round or two.
But he's pulling away-- that coldness from his shoulder is gone. Somehow, he misses it a little, despite the chill.]
...Scott. Scott Summers.
[His tone is still quiet, morose, but after taking in a large breath, he finally looks back up at him.] So, want to explain why your hand's ice cold?
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Keep going, huh? He knows he should, he probably has to, but is he just going to return being the leader of the X-Men again? Scott has doubts that the Professor even wants him around anymore, not when Storm has stepped up in his stead. Does he even really have a place anywhere? If he doesn't have Jean, if he doesn't have the X-Men, what use is there for him? The thought nearly makes him sink further, mind despairing as his gaze turns downward.
He doesn't try to deny the words of his companion here, because he's not necessarily incorrect. Far from it. He-- he himself just isn't ready. Hopefully Charles doesn't expect a full answer or agreement from him just yet, although he's tempted to just tell him that hitting something real hard sounds really appealing. He might go for a round or two.
But he's pulling away-- that coldness from his shoulder is gone. Somehow, he misses it a little, despite the chill.]
...Scott. Scott Summers.
[His tone is still quiet, morose, but after taking in a large breath, he finally looks back up at him.] So, want to explain why your hand's ice cold?