John.
John did it.
Johnny, the boy that would cry and climb into their beds when there was a storm. That would bore them rigid because he has just learnt something new. The boy with huge blue-green eyes and ginger hair that curled no matter what.
He. Did. it.
Scott felt sick; his blood was boiling and he was shaking and he wanted to wrap his hands around the man's neck and crush. To dig those fingers into the windpipe and feel the cartilage give way as the man, so used to space, clawed at him and Scott enjoyed the fact it was utterly futile.
There was a hole in his stomach, cold and black, and is screamed in fury. He could barely think around it, it and the threat it held of consuming him whole.
The door was pushed open and feet entered, that annoying squeak of Gordon's too-worn shoes and the careful gait of Kayo. He tried to calm himself—he wanted to see if they would tell him. He needed to know they would tell him.
'Hey, Scott.' Gordon was loud and overly cheerful as always, and there was a "whomph" as he presumably fell into a chair.
'Hey, Scott, how are you and Virgil doing?' Kayo asked, tone soft and polite as ever.
'Great, just great. You know, just as broken and near dead as normal,' Scott spat, biting his tongue before he could say anymore, though the awkward silence that followed suggested he had cut himself off a little late.
'So, anything interesting to tell me?'
'Uh.' He could hear Gordon shuffling, could imagine him fidgeting, looking at Kayo as they searched for words, because they were going to tell him, they had to.
'No, not really.' Gordon's tone was awkward and forced.
Scott gritted his teeth and dug his nails into the chair arm, doing his best to keep his tone flat.
'Nothing?'
'Not really.' He sounded more natural now, almost himself. 'Me and John had a disagreement, but, you know.'
'Yeah, I know. You and him were screaming at each other and fighting in the fucking corridor. Yeah, Gordon, I know!'
'Oh,' came a quiet response. Though from who, he wasn't sure, and he didn't care.
'You heard?' Gordon asked, sounding worried, and rightly so. They weren't going to tell him.
'Yes, I heard. I am pretty sure the entire southern hemisphere heard, hell, I'm almost surprised Virgil didn't hear.'
'Scott,' Kayo started. She was going to apologise and try and explain to him. He didn't want it, he was sick of excuses and hollow explanations.
'No. Just, just take Grandma and go home. Okay?' He waited, listening to the nervous silence. 'Okay?!'
'Okay,' came the small response.