xp_logs | woe

Sam comes to visit Piotr; there is some wibbling and general gloominess. ...Hey, I warned you. Takes place sometime Wednesday evening.

cannonballguthrie: *Sam picks up an extra-thick blanket from his closet and a thermos of juice he prepared earlier in the kitchen, trying not to brood about what Warren and Piotr must think of him now. He focuses on making it across to Piotr's room, knocking lightly when he gets there and announcing himself quietly.* Hey, Piotr? It's Sam...

x_piotr: *Piotr is propped up in bed with pillows, sketching something-or-other when he hears Sam. He closes the pad of paper, setting it aside, and answers* You can come in...

cannonballguthrie: *Sam pushes the door open, smiling at the sight of Piotr put up in bed with mountains of pillows. Not something he'd normally associate with Colossus. He wonders for a moment why it is that he's never gotten sick himself, not even when he was little, but doesn't linger on it. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he puts down the blanket and juice.* How're you feelin'? Not too bad, I hope...

x_piotr: *Piotr smiles a bit sheepishly at Sam. He knows he isn't really sick, and he hates to lie.. but he just didn't feel like facing anyone after Warren pointing out Sam's poem.* I am feeling a little better. Terry brought me tea, and Ms. Braddock brought me soup. What is this? *he looks curiously at the thermos, and opens it up to peer inside*

cannonballguthrie: *Sam grins, shaking his head* You're just being pampered like crazy, aren't you? It's juice. Momma always made us juice when we were sick...and it's not that hard to do if you've got fruit. So I made you some, too.

x_piotr: Thank you, Sam.. that is really nice. *he smiles appreciatively, and takes a drink from the thermos to hide his guilty look. He muses to himself, he wasn't exactly feeling great because he hadn't been sleeping well, and he could have sworn he had a stomach ache for awhile there... so technically he was sick. He sets the thermos on his nightstand, forcing his mind away from the Guilty Conscience section.* And a blanket.. thank you. *he leans over and spreads the blanket over his current one, then teases his friend* I should call you Momma Sam.

cannonballguthrie: If you did, I might have to hurt you...*Sam playfully punches Piotr lightly on the arm* Not that I'd have a prayer of doin' any harm. *he smirks, letting his gaze wander around Piotr's room* Maybe I'd just call you Poppa Piotr, then.

x_piotr: Owww... you have killed me. *Piotr pretends to be dead, laying back into the pillows. After a moment he sits back up with a tired smile.* I think being Older Brother is all I can take. *his room, for description's sake, is orderly and clean. It doesn't hold many things.. there is a small chair with some books on it, a dresser for clothing, a bookshelf that is filled with books (mostly in Russian) and other various things. His bed is across from a large window-door leading out to a balcony, and next to the bed is his art desk. On the wall next to it are dozens of pictures taped to the wall. They are mostly nature scenes and interesting photos from magazines, but there are a few family pictures as well. And notably among them is the picture Warren uses as one of his icons, the one where he's smoking.*

cannonballguthrie: *Sam lets his gaze fall on the picture of Warren, and his smile falters for a moment before he brightens again. He gropes for a "safe" topic, not wanting to make things awkward.* So, did Terry write you that happy poem she was talking about? I loved "Family"...it was really sad, but pretty.

x_piotr: *Piotr shakes his head a bit* No, she did not yet... I did like her first poem a lot, though. I like a lot of the poems... I just wish I could understand them more. *he pauses and looks down, running a finger along the pattern of the blanket* Yours, too.

cannonballguthrie: Oh, I. *Sam swallows, cursing himself for broaching a topic he should have known better than to bring up* Yeah. A lot of people said it was confusing. Piotr, if you want me to take it down, I will. I didn't think about that maybe you wouldn't want people to read it, since it was. Um. All about you.

x_piotr: *Piotr frowns a bit, his eyes downcast* No, it is okay... I mean, Warren has read it, so it does not really matter now. I guess you know it is him I like, because the poem talked about flying, and I did not think it was you. And... he must think I am so... *he sighs* Sam. Why did you make a poem about me.. and you... like that. I did not want anybody to know... but now they might. Even Warren knows. He knows I kissed you and he will think... I am scared to know what he will think. *he grips the blanket tightly, and continues talking* I mean, it is a good poem. And also. Did I hurt you? The poem sounds like I hurt you.. but I thought.. I thought it was just to see if we really liked boys. *he finally stops talking, and looks over at Sam*

cannonballguthrie: *Sam stares at the blanket, taking deliberate breaths* I'm sorry. I really didn't think...well, I dunno what I thought. I was fixin' to write a poem about the farm, and then I sat down to write it and. It turned into you. I don't think Warren understood what I was saying though. Maybe he read it wrong...And. *Sam looks up, straight at Piotr* You didn't hurt me...well, not on purpose. It was just to see, at first. But then I. I think it started to mean more to me than that, but not to you. Because of Warren.

cannonballguthrie: And I was hurt 'cause of that.

cannonballguthrie: *He sighs deeply* But it's not your fault.

x_piotr: *Piotr bites his lower lip while he listens, feeling awful* I am so sorry, Sam.. I should have been brave and asked Warren to kiss me, because he was the one I kept thinking about. I just... I did never think it would mean more to you.... *he trails off, unsure of what else to say*

cannonballguthrie: I know, I know. I wouldn't have expected you to realize that. I mean. I didn't even know myself. *He stands, slipping his hands in his pockets. Making a split second decision, he asks on a whim:* Piotr. Are you really sick?

x_piotr: *Piotr looks down, cheeks burning. He answers in a soft voice* No... *he up at Sam* I am sorry for the lie, I just did not.. want to see everybody today. Thank you for the juice, though... I hope it was not too much trouble...

cannonballguthrie: No problem at all. It's good even when you're not sick. *Sam smiles a little* And I can understand why you'd want to be kinda...scarce, today. But I still think you oughta talk to Warren. You never really know what's going on until you do.

x_piotr: I.. guess you are right. I did try to, but.. I look at him, and I can't remember the right words to say. I am scared he will think bad things of me....

cannonballguthrie: Piotr. He won't. *Sam swallows thickly* Just do it. I know you can. *Absently looking at his watch, Sam realizes the time and raises his eyebrows* Hey, I gotta go. You gonna be okay?

x_piotr: *Piotr looks solemnly up at Sam, and nods* Thank you for coming to see me.. and... *he pauses, and then blurts out* Sam, I do not want to lose you as my friend. What.. what can I do to make this better?

cannonballguthrie: *Forget about Warren...Sam leans over, planting a light kiss on Piotr's head* Nothing. You're still my friend. One of my best. I'll. I mean. I reckon I just need some time, Piotr. Everythin'll turn out all right. It always does. And it all happens for a reason.

x_piotr: Okay, Sam... *he smiles a bit, but doesn't add anything* Goodnight.. I will see you tomorrow.

cannonballguthrie: *He walks towards the door, giving a slight wave as he leaves and closes it behind him* Sweet dreams.