In a Sulk

[Typhoid]

She nodded, choosing to leave out the customary playful scolding that no thanks were needed. Her mood was not particularly playful. Still holding his hands, she stood up, moving slightly so she would not be off balance. "I should sleep before long."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro rose with her, offering his body as support so she could remain steady.:: "May I escort you?"

[Typhoid]

She held his arm briefly while she moved so that she wasn't pinned with the backs of her knees against the bench. "In a little bit, I suppose." She shook her head ruefully, beginning to set Strype's possessions in a neat pile on the bench to take them back up with her. "I should go sleep but I don't know if I can."

[Pietro Maximoff]

"If you cannot sleep, we can do something else," ::Pietro offered. He had felt the inability to sleep more times these past weeks than not. He understood quite well.::

[Typhoid]

The offer was tempting, even though her first thought was that he should get some sleep. "I've done enough crying today, so that's out," she said with a dry chuckle, though after the office conversation, it's what she felt like doing.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro nodded once. She had shed enough tears for a lifetime, and if he could make it so she never cried again, he would.:: "We could take a drive."

[Typhoid]

"Or a walk," she suggested, more out of a desire to stay within distance of the mansion more then a fear of fast speeds.

[Pietro Maximoff]

"If you wish," ::Pietro said. If she wished to take a walk, then he would be glad to accompany her.::

[Typhoid]

She nodded slowly. "Forgive me, but I'll probably use my power along the way."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro nodded once; there was nothing to forgive for that.:: "I might also."

[Typhoid]

It was something she'd never asked about, his abilities, or the extent of them. "Does it cause you trouble not to use them, like it does me?"

[Pietro Maximoff]

::It was not a question Pietro heard often; most never asked about how his abilities worked practically. Emily had been the only one to voice such questions, and that was about his perception of time. He shook his head slightly.:: "Not trouble, but I have to focus to be this still."

[Typhoid]

It wasn't something Typhoid could imagine, to have to focus just to maintain your place in time, and not speed ahead of everyone else. It took effort for her to maintain her sense of identity on a daily basis, however, and she could imagine that the type of effort needed must be similar. There were times where she would simply close her eyes and float on a million conversations, heedless of how much time passed, or which identity showed in the outside world. It was dangerous, but also a rare moment of freedom. And if being still and walking meant he could not have that same freedom, well... She reached up and put her hands about his neck. "Then don't be still."

[Pietro Maximoff]

"You do not want to see me so sped up," ::Pietro said, wrapping his arms around her waist in return. He had spent so much of his youth learning to slow down, that he did not like the lapses in control. To try to hold a conversation when fast...Ororo could testify how difficult it was.::

[Typhoid]

"I told you I would get used to being sped up," she replied with a faint smile, remembering her reaction to his driving. "Even if it is only learning to share in the freedom you have when you run." Her memories of the night he'd brought her home from Hellfire were somewhat dim, but she did remember her lack of fear even when he ran at top speed.