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angelusworth: *Warren is pacing in the hallway outside of Piotr's room. Breathe in, walk ten steps, turn, breathe out. These last twenty-four hours have been absolutely brutal on all the students, but Warren's not worried about them -- he's not even worried about himself. No, the knots in the base of /his/ stomach are for Piotr, who has been running himself ragged for the last day and has probably just fallen asleep. Warren leans against the wall and stares at the coffee tray he stole from the hotel kitchen, and tries to relax.*

angelusworth: *It's not working, though. Ten steps bring him back to the tray and he picks it up, and opens the door as quietly as he can.* Piotr? *He's whispering, because Yana's in here somewhere and possibly Kitty, and the last thing he needs is another hysterical-child episode.*

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr is laying on his back on the couch, his head resting on a pillow but no blanket. He looks over at the whisper, frowning slightly with concern* Warren? Are you okay? *that seems to be the common phrase recently, but one can never be too sure.*

angelusworth: *The curtain is pulled back on one of the windows, and there is just enough light for Warren to see Piotr on the couch, and the girls curled up on the bed. He closes the door behind him and slides the tray onto the top of a dresser, and snags a cup of coffee and a doughnut off the top before crouching next to the couch and offering them up to Piotr.* How are you feeling? *His voice is low; low enough, he hopes, for Piotr to miss both the exhaustion and worry threaded through it.*

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr turns on his side and then sits up, gratefully accepting the coffee and doughnut. He looks at Warren closely, and if there's one aspect of communication he's good at, it's reading others expressions and tones. When you can't understand everything someone is saying because it isn't Russian, you learn to compensate* Thank you. *raises the cup a bit in reference* I am tired.. worried.. an-xious. So are you? *he takes a sip of coffee, still looking concerned*

angelusworth: *It's easy for Warren to forget how easy it is for Piotr to read his emotions; he's had years of practicing a perfectly calm, pleasant face, but it's never worked on his roommate. He settles onto the floor, wings ignored and swept out on the carpet behind him, and leans his upper body against the couch. The cushions are warm from Piotr's body heat, and he closes his eyes and inhales slowly.* Just very, very tired. And worried, and stressed . . . * He laughs softly, teeth flashing in the dark. * About the same, my friend.

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr nibbles at the doughnut, though somehow hardly noticing he's doing it. He watches Warren, wondering how someone can be so stressed and yet seem so at ease at the same time. Frowning, he whispers in a barely audible tone* Are you... scared?

angelusworth: *Forehead wrinkling, Warren runs his fingers over the couch's upholstery. It's a good fabric, though threadbare in places, and he worms his finger into a small hole on the edge of one cushion. Without looking up to meet Piotr's eyes, he sighs.* Well, I. Yeah. Yeah, I am. I am scared out of my fucking mind here, Piotr. People were shooting at us with GUNS last night, and nobody has any idea why, or what the hell is going on; there's been no news from the Professor, or Scott; we're missing /children/, for god's sake, and they. *He swallows hard, and places his forehead against the couch. Reaching up blindly, he grabs one of Piotr's wrists and squeezes it.* They were shooting at you. Us. You. They were shooting at all of us, and thank god they couldn't get through to you because you got us all out of there, and. *inhale, exhale . . . * Thank you.

piotr rasputin x: *Setting the doughnut aside, Piotr lets out a long breath, looking exhausted and relieved. He trembles slightly, because he has only slept a few hours and hasn't had a moment to himself, a moment to let it all really sink in.. or the impact of what's happening to hit him.* I'm scared, too... God, it all happened so fast. When it was happening.. the guns, the running.. it was easy, I knew what I had to do. But now.. I don't know what to do. And I can't tell anybody, because the adults have to be strong. -I- have to be strong. *He lightly strokes the top of Warren's hand with his free one as he would one of the children, trying to get and receive some sort of comfort.* And you are welcome, but you helped too.. so.. thank you.

angelusworth: *Warren pops his finger out of the couch and looks down at the palm of his hand; in the moonlight, you can barely see the scratches that run across it -- he fell once, running through the forest, and Piotr had scooped him up and set him on his feet without a second thought. * You /are/ strong, Piotr, you are /so/ fucking strong it amazes me. *He sighs, blowing breath over Piotr's arm, and flips his hand so he can squeeze Piotr's fingers. Make sure he's there, make sure he's all right. That's all I'm doing, he tells himself.* Least now, Emma's here so things will be a little easier on us, and I'm sure she'll figure out what's up with the Professor soon. *He forces his head up, shaking his hair out of his eyes, and smiles softly up at Piotr.* A few days chasing kids around a hotel won't be too bad, I guess, though the coffee's shit here.

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr's brows furrough in confusion for a moment, wondering if he used the words wrong, because that wasn't the strong he meant. But another thought distracts him, and he whispers reverently..* I am strong.. but you can fly. *His arm tingles from the breath, and he looks away, over at the tacky lamp by the wall.* I do like this hotel. You got us a whole.. uh.. *searches his mind for the word, looking back to Warren* hallway? That is really great. Plus, I don't think the coffee is too bad. *The corner of his mouth twitches up in a small smile*

angelusworth: *Warren smiles again -- a real one, this time, that normally means a joke is going to be made at Piotr's expense.* Piotr, you would drink anything, man. Too bad there's no way I could sneak you away and into the city, for real coffee. Hot bitter Italian espresso, that'd knock your socks off . . . *He murmurs happily and buries his chin in the couch, still lightly holding onto Piotr's hand, and yawns.*

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr makes a face* Hmph. .. Did you mean what you said in my journal? You will take me in the city with you? *He doesn't let go of the hand, he isn't even thinking about it.*

angelusworth: Course I will. My mom would love you -- sweet strapping exchange student, with manners better than her own son's? Oh, hell yes. *Warren laughs into the couch. * Where would you want to go? More museums? Broadway, the opera . . . we could probably make a weekend of it, actually, and go out on the town too. Be fun.

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr grins, eyes bright as he forgets about the current troubles for just a bit* Anywhere... what is Broadway? Can we see a movie? I saw one in a place of movies once. The screen was so -big-. I would really like to do that again someday.

angelusworth: *Warren's shoulders shake as he laughs at this, and he has to put his face down into the cushions again, so he doesn't wake up the girls.* Broadway's like . . . damn, Piotr. It's like a live-action movie, but on a stage. It's a play. But, yeah, there are movie theaters all over town. Foreign ones, too, so we could always see if there's anything Russian playing anywhere . . . though you'd have to translate for me, because I would be completely lost.

piotr rasputin x: *A faint wistful smile graces his face and he doesn't say anything for a long moment. He exhales deeply as if he were holding his breath, and leans into the back of the couch.* I think I can go to sleep now because of these nice thoughts. Since you are my roommate do you want to sleep in here? *Apparently thinks roommate is an Everywhere kind of thing.* There isn't a bed, though.

angelusworth: *Warren stiffens slightly -- not at the thought of sleeping in the same room as Piotr, but at the silverflash thought of /sleeping/ with /Piotr/. Not to mention the fact that he hasn't slept in the last day, and the stress over leaving the school ... it's all about self-control. He coughs lightly, and his wings flick behind him.* Well, I would like to, but. *He gestures over his shoulder, and pulls his wings up closer to his body.* Not very conducive to sleeping on the floor. *He squeezes Piotr's hand one last time, and then suddenly remembers he has a room, that he's not sharing with anyone, and hell, the bed is huge . . . * . . . unless . . . you want to crash in my room? *He squints up at Piotr, and hopes he doesn't sound as desperate as he actually is.* I don't have anyone in there with me, and the bed is probably better than this couch . . . *He shrugs, and looks down at their hands for a long moment*

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr bites his lower lip, thinking the tone of Warren's voice makes him sound lonely. He looks torn. On one hand, he really likes his roommate and doesn't want him to have to have a room alone if he's feeling down.. and it's comforting and nice to be with someone around his age who he can talk so freely with. But then there's Illyana, and Katya. He weighs his options for a long moment, and then whispers sadly..* I can't leave my sister. I'm sorry...

angelusworth: *Warren smiles and rolls up to his knees, kneeling against the couch.* Don't worry, man, I understand. Just gimme a sec, and I'll get out . . . * the first chance he's had in 24 hours to /really/ stretch, and he's going to take advantage of it -- his head drops and his hand slips out of Piotr's as he braces himself against the couch and raises his wings behind him, stretching them out until there's a solid wall of white and grey feathers separating Warren and Piotr from the rest of the room. He moans softly, and holds them there, open to the night air and Piotr's eyes.*

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr is motionless except for his eyes, which gaze reverently at the wings. Flying. He sometimes thinks he would gladly trade his powers for beautiful wings like those. He doesn't say a thing, and resists the urge to reach out and touch them. His eyes eventually raise to meet Warren's, and his mouth parts slightly to say something, but nothing comes out.*

angelusworth: *Warren's eyes drop shut for a second -- his wings have been strapped down all damn day, and his back is killing him -- but opens them again to see Piotr watching him, with something Warren really hopes isn't awe in his eyes. Not like Piotr hasn't seen his wings before -- about a million times every day, Warren would think -- but then again, they've been living with each other for a while now and he still shivers when Piotr's skin slides into metal so he supposes it's an even trade. He smiles, a little shy, and reaches out to squeeze Piotr's knee.*

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr smiles again, and regains vocal ability* I like it when your wings are out all the way... they are so pretty. *He smiles down at Warren's hand, and then lays back on the couch, looking drowsy* I don't think I can sit up anymore.

angelusworth: *nods and stands up, swaying for a moment with fatigue and the loss of equilibrium. He looks around for a blanket, and frowns until he discovers one on the top shelf of the closet. He pulls it out and drapes it over Piotr, and leans forward to rest his head against Piotr's.* Come wake me up when you get up in the morning, and we'll do breakfast, all right?

piotr rasputin x: *He flushes, getting that strange mix of love and nostalgia of being taken care of as a kid in his stomach, and snuggles into the blanket. He breathes in the familiar smell of Warren while he's close, his eyes starting to shut against their will almost immediately* I will.. we'll have eggs sunny-up.. and toast.. and bacon... *doesn't bother to open his eyes again, starting to drift off*

angelusworth: *softly* And coffee. *straightens, tucks the loose end of the blanket under Piotr's shoulder so it doesn't slip off during the night, and takes a deep breath before stepping back.* Night, Piotr. *turns and slips back through the room, shutting the door behind him.*

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr murmurs something nonsensical as a reply before falling asleep...*