Bobby and I have a lot in common. For starters, the ones we love are
angst machines.
When I met Scott, his psi-shields were too good for me to read him easily. You see, living with the most powerful telepath ever makes you develop them quite quickly if you don't want him to pry. Of course, Professor Xavier would never pry, but Scott is too much of a private person to allow it.
I was stuck to reading his body language.
Bobby is stuck with the tiny changes in Jono's eyes, like that thing he does when he's happy.
Having Scott as my best friend for years made me very good at reading corporal language.
So, when Bobby came to talk to me, I was not so surprised for what kind of doubts he was having.
Should I buy any present? What does he want? Will he give me something?
How many times had I asked myself this?
Better not think about it.
Scott is not a romantic by any definition you can come across. The odds of Jono being a romantic himself are slighter than the ones of my mother becoming close to accept my relationship with Scott. Hell freezing is more likely. Really.
So, we, the romantic partners are together trying to think about something to give to our other halves on this fatidic day.
Personally, I have no problems figuring what to give to Scott, our bond give me all the hints. He needs new cords for his bass. Yeah, believe it or not, but Scott plays. He is quite good, not fantastic, but very good nonetheless.
"Well, he is a musician, aren't there any CD he wants?"
"Nope. He already has the ones he wants. You know, he doesn't need to eat or drink, so all his money goes to the CDs, or to his guitar."
"It really difficult our job. Is there anything else he likes apart his music?"
"Clubbing, but we are not allowed."
"Don't worry, Jean, I'll think about something."
I worry, I know how it is.
When I met Scott, his psi-shields were too good for me to read him easily. You see, living with the most powerful telepath ever makes you develop them quite quickly if you don't want him to pry. Of course, Professor Xavier would never pry, but Scott is too much of a private person to allow it.
I was stuck to reading his body language.
Bobby is stuck with the tiny changes in Jono's eyes, like that thing he does when he's happy.
Having Scott as my best friend for years made me very good at reading corporal language.
So, when Bobby came to talk to me, I was not so surprised for what kind of doubts he was having.
Should I buy any present? What does he want? Will he give me something?
How many times had I asked myself this?
Better not think about it.
Scott is not a romantic by any definition you can come across. The odds of Jono being a romantic himself are slighter than the ones of my mother becoming close to accept my relationship with Scott. Hell freezing is more likely. Really.
So, we, the romantic partners are together trying to think about something to give to our other halves on this fatidic day.
Personally, I have no problems figuring what to give to Scott, our bond give me all the hints. He needs new cords for his bass. Yeah, believe it or not, but Scott plays. He is quite good, not fantastic, but very good nonetheless.
"Well, he is a musician, aren't there any CD he wants?"
"Nope. He already has the ones he wants. You know, he doesn't need to eat or drink, so all his money goes to the CDs, or to his guitar."
"It really difficult our job. Is there anything else he likes apart his music?"
"Clubbing, but we are not allowed."
"Don't worry, Jean, I'll think about something."
I worry, I know how it is.