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xp_logsScott checks up on Laurie after her spat with Kyle. He does pick the worse times to leave the mansion for a night.
Laurie smoothed the brush over the horse's side, and pushed his head gently away as he reached to lip at her pockets. "No apples today, Winddancer. Yvette's still a little upset with me, I think. I guess I was yelling rather loudly yesterday, even if it was virtual yelling. Between you and me, I think if my Mom had seen me use that kind of language I'd have been grounded for a month."
It was the day after the fight she'd had with Kyle and she was still angry with him. It wasn't really unexpected, considering she could hold a grudge like you wouldn't believe, especially when the focus of that grudge hadn't yet apologized. Despite what Lorna had said yesterday about frayed tempers and grief, she was not going to be the one to make the first move re: apologies. That would be up to Kyle, and only _after_ he had said sorry, would she concede that perhaps she had been slightly less caring and understanding then she could have been under the circumstances.
"How long do you think I can 'not talk' to him, Dancer? I'm not very good at the silent treatment, I must admit." Laurie continued, brushing the small leaves out of his mane.
"What does the horse have to say about that?" was the quiet, somewhat wry comment from behind her. Scott raised an eyebrow as she looked around at him. "Being facetious. Sorry."
"I'm not sure, I don't speak horse." Laurie responded, smiling softly. "But I'm sure I could find a translator somewhere if you really want to know."
She had deliberately ignored the apology in favour of a return joke. Or was it considering being a smart ass? She couldn't be sure, since her sense of humour could run perilously close to smartassness at times.
Scott came around her and to the door of the stall, reaching out a hand to let the horse nuzzle at it for a moment. "I have a soft spot for this horse," he said. "She doesn't kick her stall like some of the others while I'm out here practicing."
"I didn't know you rode." Laurie replied, intrigued. "Dancer's been patient with me while I'm learning. Hasn't thrown me off once, even when I'm fumbling around without a clue."
"Oh, I don't mean that I was practicing riding," Scott said wryly, then shook his head. "Don't ask. Long story."
Laurie's eyebrows raised, and she gave Winddancer a final brush before placing the brush back on the rack and stepping out of the stall. It took her a moment to latch the gate properly, considering she was doing it one handed.
"You realise, of course, in saying something like that to a teenager I'm now imagining all sorts of things you could have been practicing. Country music singer would top the list though."
"Trust me, you don't want to hear me sing," Scott said, leaning back against the stall behind him. "So how are you feeling today?" he asked.
"Cranky." Laurie supplied after a long pause, and several seconds of sizing up what response would be accepted. She had a feeling that Scott Summers was not an easy man to deceive. It was all that team leading, completely unfair advantage when talking to people who didn't have the ability to be all cloak and dagger.
"Cranky is possibly an improvement?" Scott observed, although his tone was almost gentle.
"Yes. Especially since furious was the emotion of choice yesterday. Cranky doesn't make me threaten random people with bodily harm." Laurie responded, gaze not quite meeting his and a flush spreading across her cheeks.
"It's kind of been one thing after another for you lately, I know," Scott said. "That type of tension can come out in strange ways. Ways that we're not used to acting."
"I shouldn't be taking it out on other people." Laurie said, wrinkling her nose in distaste.
She didn't particularly like drama, especially not the type that had her losing her temper and acting like a two year old. No matter how justified she might have felt at the time it happened. It wasn't that she was any less cranky with what Kyle had said, just that she knew she should have dealt with things better.
"So, what did we learn from all of this?" Scott asked, the dry tone somehow managing to avoid being condescending. Mostly because he was honestly curious as to what Laurie was thinking. She tended to be one of the more self-aware students in the house, and he didn't doubt that she'd been turning this over in her head since it had happened.
"That I'm an idiot?" she replied, a brief self-deprecating smile appearing before trailing off into a frown. "I'm not used to all this. I thought I could just go on like I always had, but it's not like that here. I'll go to see Dr Samson sooner next time, I'll talk about things more. At least, right now I believe I will. I can't say what I'll actually do, since it hasn't happened yet. But I'll try to remember."
"Remember that you don't have to do this alone. That's the important thing." Scott stepped forward, stroked the horse's neck. "A lot of us are around to talk, if you need it," he said quietly. "It doesn't always have to be a case of seeing Leonard. If you just need to talk about your worries, or why the world is being particularly horrible this week..."
"Thanks. So, does this mean I'm not in trouble for threatening bodily harm to various people?" Laurie asked hopefully. She wasn't particularly opposed to punishment, considering she was aspiring to be an X-man someday and threatening people couldn't exactly be good for that sort of position. But she was also a teenager, and didn't really want to spend time indoors or even outdoors doing chores when she could be lazing about reading books or watching TV...or doing intriguing things involving way too much sugar and a bunch of makeup.
"Let's call it a warning, okay? Next time, don't let it build up to the point where it needs that sort of outlet." Scott patted the horse and then stepped back.
"Let's." Laurie replied with a grin. "I finished, you know. The stuff you gave me to read. I'd like you to know that I think you're all crazy, but Mr Dayspring should really stay away from hatstands in the future."
"Insanity's in the eye of the beholder, Laurie."
Laurie smoothed the brush over the horse's side, and pushed his head gently away as he reached to lip at her pockets. "No apples today, Winddancer. Yvette's still a little upset with me, I think. I guess I was yelling rather loudly yesterday, even if it was virtual yelling. Between you and me, I think if my Mom had seen me use that kind of language I'd have been grounded for a month."
It was the day after the fight she'd had with Kyle and she was still angry with him. It wasn't really unexpected, considering she could hold a grudge like you wouldn't believe, especially when the focus of that grudge hadn't yet apologized. Despite what Lorna had said yesterday about frayed tempers and grief, she was not going to be the one to make the first move re: apologies. That would be up to Kyle, and only _after_ he had said sorry, would she concede that perhaps she had been slightly less caring and understanding then she could have been under the circumstances.
"How long do you think I can 'not talk' to him, Dancer? I'm not very good at the silent treatment, I must admit." Laurie continued, brushing the small leaves out of his mane.
"What does the horse have to say about that?" was the quiet, somewhat wry comment from behind her. Scott raised an eyebrow as she looked around at him. "Being facetious. Sorry."
"I'm not sure, I don't speak horse." Laurie responded, smiling softly. "But I'm sure I could find a translator somewhere if you really want to know."
She had deliberately ignored the apology in favour of a return joke. Or was it considering being a smart ass? She couldn't be sure, since her sense of humour could run perilously close to smartassness at times.
Scott came around her and to the door of the stall, reaching out a hand to let the horse nuzzle at it for a moment. "I have a soft spot for this horse," he said. "She doesn't kick her stall like some of the others while I'm out here practicing."
"I didn't know you rode." Laurie replied, intrigued. "Dancer's been patient with me while I'm learning. Hasn't thrown me off once, even when I'm fumbling around without a clue."
"Oh, I don't mean that I was practicing riding," Scott said wryly, then shook his head. "Don't ask. Long story."
Laurie's eyebrows raised, and she gave Winddancer a final brush before placing the brush back on the rack and stepping out of the stall. It took her a moment to latch the gate properly, considering she was doing it one handed.
"You realise, of course, in saying something like that to a teenager I'm now imagining all sorts of things you could have been practicing. Country music singer would top the list though."
"Trust me, you don't want to hear me sing," Scott said, leaning back against the stall behind him. "So how are you feeling today?" he asked.
"Cranky." Laurie supplied after a long pause, and several seconds of sizing up what response would be accepted. She had a feeling that Scott Summers was not an easy man to deceive. It was all that team leading, completely unfair advantage when talking to people who didn't have the ability to be all cloak and dagger.
"Cranky is possibly an improvement?" Scott observed, although his tone was almost gentle.
"Yes. Especially since furious was the emotion of choice yesterday. Cranky doesn't make me threaten random people with bodily harm." Laurie responded, gaze not quite meeting his and a flush spreading across her cheeks.
"It's kind of been one thing after another for you lately, I know," Scott said. "That type of tension can come out in strange ways. Ways that we're not used to acting."
"I shouldn't be taking it out on other people." Laurie said, wrinkling her nose in distaste.
She didn't particularly like drama, especially not the type that had her losing her temper and acting like a two year old. No matter how justified she might have felt at the time it happened. It wasn't that she was any less cranky with what Kyle had said, just that she knew she should have dealt with things better.
"So, what did we learn from all of this?" Scott asked, the dry tone somehow managing to avoid being condescending. Mostly because he was honestly curious as to what Laurie was thinking. She tended to be one of the more self-aware students in the house, and he didn't doubt that she'd been turning this over in her head since it had happened.
"That I'm an idiot?" she replied, a brief self-deprecating smile appearing before trailing off into a frown. "I'm not used to all this. I thought I could just go on like I always had, but it's not like that here. I'll go to see Dr Samson sooner next time, I'll talk about things more. At least, right now I believe I will. I can't say what I'll actually do, since it hasn't happened yet. But I'll try to remember."
"Remember that you don't have to do this alone. That's the important thing." Scott stepped forward, stroked the horse's neck. "A lot of us are around to talk, if you need it," he said quietly. "It doesn't always have to be a case of seeing Leonard. If you just need to talk about your worries, or why the world is being particularly horrible this week..."
"Thanks. So, does this mean I'm not in trouble for threatening bodily harm to various people?" Laurie asked hopefully. She wasn't particularly opposed to punishment, considering she was aspiring to be an X-man someday and threatening people couldn't exactly be good for that sort of position. But she was also a teenager, and didn't really want to spend time indoors or even outdoors doing chores when she could be lazing about reading books or watching TV...or doing intriguing things involving way too much sugar and a bunch of makeup.
"Let's call it a warning, okay? Next time, don't let it build up to the point where it needs that sort of outlet." Scott patted the horse and then stepped back.
"Let's." Laurie replied with a grin. "I finished, you know. The stuff you gave me to read. I'd like you to know that I think you're all crazy, but Mr Dayspring should really stay away from hatstands in the future."
"Insanity's in the eye of the beholder, Laurie."
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