xp_logs | Piotr meets rich people.

Piotr meets Warren's parents. Who think Piotr's sort of... well... he's okay... nothing like that Jake Gavin, Jr., though. Now there's a nice young man.

(Also, it should be noted that Warren's parents don't know he's bisexual.)

Warren looked up from his conversation with Piotr to see his parents approaching. "Hello," he said. "I believe I introduced you to my roommate here earlier."

Kate Worthington grinned and put a hand on Piotr's arm. "So, Piotr, is it? I've heard so much about you, darling." The elder Warren Worthington smiled politely at Piotr. "My son tells us you're from Russia."

"Yes, my sister, Illyana, and I came to America to attend Charles Xaiver's school," Piotr replied. He was trying ever so hard to make sure his English was clear and his words professional, but despite all attempts at language, his hands shook like a rattle.

Piotr glanced over Mr. Worthington's shoulder for a brief moment, desperatly trying to catch a glimpse of his beloved sister. He would give anything for some comfort right now.

"You have a wonderful place, here in New York City," he tried to compliment.

Warren noticed Piotr's hands shaking. God, the boy was even more nervous than he thought he'd be. He tried to catch his eye, but Piotr seemed too distracted, so he turned his attention back to his parents.

"Why, thank you, Piotr. That's sweet of you to say!" Kate beamed at Piotr, which only served to make him visibly more uncomfortable. She continued. "You're more than welcome to visit our other residences, too, of course. I'm sure Warren here would just love the chance to show off his favorite one, out in the countryside!"

Warren bit his lip and eyed Piotr worriedly. He was starting to feel uncomfortable himself.

Warren's father continued smiling coolly. "Thank you. But enough about us, Piotr, why don't you tell us a little bit about Russia? What is your family like? That is, aside from your lovely sister Illyana."

"My family?" Piotr coughed and shifted nervously. "Oh, well my family is just a couple of farmers; Nothing too interesting." He glanced once again nervously around, hoping Illyana wouldn't overhear the conversation.

"Yes, my family and I don't have such nice things in Russia like you do here. Just one farmhouse and a tractor that I later broke by accident--" Piotr cut himself short realizing he was probably boring them, so he just smiled away his comment and turned to Mrs. Worthington. "You mentioned the countryside home. Where would that one be?" trying to change the subject away from him once again.

"That's nice, dear." The grin didn't leave Kate's face, but Warren could tell she wasn't really interested. He wished she would stop. He hated it when she smiled like that; it was so fake.

Warren's father, however, raised his eyebrows in interest. "A farmhouse and a tractor? I couldn't imagine. We probably wouldn't know what to do with ourselves out there! The rich Manhattan life has spoiled us, I suppose."

By this point, Warren had visibly turned redder. "Yes, well," he cut in. He continued quickly. "Piotr, you asked about the other house? Yeah, it's in upstate New York, I'll show you sometime if you like."

"'Yes,' dear, not 'yeah.'" Kate corrected her son absentmindedly.

"Yes, well it was nice meeting you both," Piotr finally mustered some courage and shook their hands confidently. "I must now use the toilets." And with that Piotr spun on his heel and scurried away.

The Worthingtons watched Piotr as he hurriedly left the room. After a pause, the elder Warren turned to face his son. "Quite a nervous one, isn't he," he mused.

"He seems a bit rough around the edges." Warren shot his mother a look. "But he seems like a nice boy," she added. "I'm sure he's a great roommate."

Warren shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another. "I, um, think I'd better go see what Jake's up to."

"Jake! Now there's a nice, well-bred young man." Kate nodded approvingly.

"Uh, yeah. Yes. Right," muttered Warren as he left.