So. All New X-men #40 happened. Here's what I think what will happen/ should happen. At least until The story is finished.
When I refer to Bobby, I'm referring to Teen Bobby, when i refer to Robert it's the adult Bobby.
Chapter 1
Bobby stared at the name displayed on the door. It was supposed to say "Robert Drake", but someone - oh, let's not kid ourselves - Bob- Robert had crossed out the "Robert" with a magic marker and written "Bobby" underneath. The alteration was something that Bobby would have done himself (obviously), but now, it seemed to be more... ominous.
Ever since Bobby had come clean with Jean and, more obviously, himself about being gay, he had wondered just how much he had grown up. Hell, ever since he first arrived in the future, he had wondered that. Somehow, that his older self had still not accepted his first name seemed a bit juvenile.
Bobby sighed.
"It's just a nickname. You've had it since you were two minutes old. It doesn't mean that..." He trailed off. This place was probably filled with people with super hearing or who could hear the recent past or any kind of powers. Hell, he was in this situation because Jean hade overheard his wasn't ready for the rest of the school to know just yet.
How was he going to do this. He scratched his head.
"Maybe I shouldn't. I mean, I wasn't too happy with Jean confronting me, but I've only lived in denial for a couple of years. He's... I'm... 15 years later. He... Maybe this really isn't my future, maybe..." Bobby's thoughts trailed off. He knew he had to to it. He sighed again, held his breath and knocked on the door.
"Hang on!" He heard a voice from inside, along with a rustle of clothes, just before the door opened. In the doorway now stood his older self, Bob- Robert Drake, smoothing down his sweatshirt. Robert glanced at Bobby and his face fell a little.
"Do you know just how strange it is to expect leftover pizza and instead get the pizza-faced version of yourself? I can't even think of a metaphor to fit this!"
"I don't have zits!" Bobby answered. Why did all his encounters with his older self always either start or end like this?
"Not yet. Make sure you moisturise" Robert said. "What do you want?"
Bobby felt even more ill at ease at Robert's curt tone. He looked around and lowered his voice.
"I, uh... I need to talk to you about something. In private".
Robert seemed to straighten up at that, and stepped aside to let Bobby in. Bobby walked in and walked as far into the room as he could. It was messy, but Bobby could sense the same sort of feeling he always felt in his own room. Maybe they didn't have the same things and posters (What kind of a name for a band was "fun."?) but there was the same sort of order. Bobby took another deep breath and turned around.
"So, uh... I'm gay."
Robert's eyebrows went up. His jaw dropped for a moment.
"And... I know that you... don't seem to be, and I don't know about... your life or anything like that, but, you know, everyone says that we actually are you, and i... Jean already knows, and I..." Bobby had to stop to take a breath. Robert held up a hand to stop him.
"Whoa, slow down. Did you just... come out?" Robert looked stunned. Bobby nodded his head, still holding his breath. Robert looked away.
"Wow. Never actually thought you'd do it." Robert said.