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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 6, 2011 21:56:36 GMT -5
::Pietro was calmed by that.:: "If you would not mind, then."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2011 21:58:57 GMT -5
She shook her head. "I don't." She had backups for all her work established at the Mansion already. And, of course, Pietro was priority over everything.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 6, 2011 22:00:53 GMT -5
"Then come with me tonight." ::It was the closest to an admission of vulnerability that Pietro would admit.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2011 22:02:33 GMT -5
She squeezed his fingers. "Of course, love." He sounded unusually desperate for company, and that alone was unusual, and enough to motivate a return to the Mansion early.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 6, 2011 22:06:18 GMT -5
"Do you want help packing?" ::Pietro offered. He could put her bag together quickly for her.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2011 22:14:40 GMT -5
She shook her head. "I don't really have anything here that isn't doubled back at the Mansion." She'd long ago asked the Professor about being certain she had things both in her dorm and here, since she had to go back and forth so often. He had agreed, and so she had most of what she needed in both places.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 6, 2011 22:17:13 GMT -5
::She knew her possessions better than Pietro did, and thus he accepted her explanation with a nod.:: "Whenever you are ready, then."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2011 22:22:27 GMT -5
"I'm ready," she said softly, after shutting down her laptop and putting it away.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 6, 2011 22:24:34 GMT -5
::Pietro took her hand and walked toward the door.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2011 22:27:24 GMT -5
Typhoid followed him as they both left.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 6, 2011 22:33:41 GMT -5
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::By the end of the month, Pietro's coping ability had not improved. He continued to lose clumps of hair with each shower, and he had taken to wearing a hooded sweatshirt everywhere. After discussions with the police force, it was decided that he would continue on paid leave, an option that the administration had pushed. However, he knew that they would have agreed otherwise had he asked, yet the migraines were too intense to make the attempt. He knew he would not survive active duty.
Eventually, he had spoken to Uncle about the matter, where what he learned was disturbing at its worst. That weekend, he had waited for Rossignol to return, and was in her bedroom waiting for her.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2011 22:37:30 GMT -5
She came into her room with a backpack over her shoulder, and a few of the telltale signs of lack of power use showing. It was the general pattern for the end of her week and the beginning of the weekend, because she waited until she came back to use the Danger Room for expending her power. She knew Pietro was in her room, and that worried her more then the past month had on his behalf. "What is wrong?" she said immediately, when she walked in.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 6, 2011 22:39:59 GMT -5
::Pietro sat on her bed, hunched over with his hands clasped in his lap.:: "Uncle says he went through this as a child."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2011 22:42:16 GMT -5
She set her backpack down, wavered a little on her feet, and then righted herself before walking to his side, a frown etched into her features. Pietro's revelation was disconcerting to say the least. "You're...turning into a telepath?" It was the oddest development she'd ever heard of.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 6, 2011 22:43:53 GMT -5
::Pietro confirmed that with a nod, and he did not lift his head, did not look up at her.:: "Apparently."
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