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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 5, 2011 21:17:56 GMT -5
::Pietro took her hand briefly, to convey that he was not rejecting her. But he then let go quickly. Coming to his decision, he said,:: "I need to show you something."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 5, 2011 21:22:21 GMT -5
She squeezed his hand when he took it, and then let go when he did. The way he spoke conveyed how serious this was, partly because he normally volunteered nothing about his person that was outside of the boundaries they'd drawn. "All right."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 5, 2011 21:26:06 GMT -5
::Pietro brought his hands to his hood and drew it back, revealing the recent development. His hair was in patches, missing large clumps of hair in various areas.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 5, 2011 21:30:43 GMT -5
It took her a moment to see what he was referring to when he took off his hood, because the bangs across his forehead were still mostly intact. Then she saw the rest and came closer, as if her presence could magically make his hair reappear. "Oh, Pietro..."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 5, 2011 21:45:55 GMT -5
::Pietro did not want pity from her, but he did not know who else to tell and he could not keep it from her.:: "I hate this."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 5, 2011 21:53:47 GMT -5
She touched his cheek, because her natural recourse when providing comfort was to touch, now that she could. It was times like this that she wished her powers had granted her that small, extra level that would make her capable of anything, so that she could help. "Have you told anyone else? Talked to a doctor?" The suggestions sounded hollow, even to her.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 5, 2011 22:02:42 GMT -5
"No." ::Pietro had detested visiting doctors outside of the mansion, and he had not yet told Uncle or Hank. He suppose that Uncle might already know, but he still did not want to discuss it as a medical matter. He knew that it was foolish, but some small part of him hoped that if he ignored it then it would go away.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 5, 2011 22:06:59 GMT -5
Her thumb brushed his cheek. "What can I do?" she asked again in the same offer of help. She wanted to encourage him to talk to someone else about it, someone with medical knowledge or at least more experience in this type of thing. "Have you noticed anything else? Besides the headaches?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 5, 2011 22:10:20 GMT -5
"And the static?" ::Pietro asked, since that had been one of the most irritating aspects of all of this, prior to...this. He even preferred the migraines to the static. Leaning in, he kissed her thumb as it ran across his lips.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 5, 2011 22:13:16 GMT -5
"Yes, and the static," she said, keeping her hand to his cheek.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 5, 2011 22:14:32 GMT -5
::Pietro turned his head, pressing his cheek briefly against her hand.:: "People are acting strangely."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 5, 2011 22:17:58 GMT -5
Her hand went from his cheek to rest lightly on one side of his chest. "Strangely how?" she asked, before adding "Come sit down with me. We can talk easier."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 5, 2011 22:19:33 GMT -5
::Pietro followed her across the room to sit on the edge of the bed. He rubbed between his eyes, feeling the migraine brewing, and then said,:: "They are pleasant."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2011 11:21:13 GMT -5
She saw the motion when he rubbed between his eyes, recognized it for what it was; she'd had headaches herself long ago, before she'd learned to control and release her power so that it didn't hurt her. She still did, occasionally. That thought made her worry more: if he was developing new powers, what were they that they were causing those same symptoms?
She brushed the thought aside for the moment, got up to go across the room and heat up a small cup of something in the microwave she kept in the room for when she skipped dinner elsewhere. "Pleasant...as in pleasant?" That didn't seem odd to her.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 6, 2011 20:40:59 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded affirmatively. This was yet another area where he could not communicate fully, but he made the attempt.:: "People are not usually pleasant to me."
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