Angelo and Nathan, Saturday afternoon
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xp_logsAngelo follows up on what he promised after his talk with Jean-Paul. Nathan is not pleased.
It hadn't taken Angelo that long to get his preparations done after what Jean-Paul had had to say - there hadn't really been that much to get together, after all.
And so it was that he turned up on the doorstep of the boathouse and let himself in, with a dog at his heels, a determined expression on his face and a sleeping bag slung over his shoulder.
Nathan emerged from the washroom, stopped, and stared. "What the hell do you - no," he snapped, and small objects sitting on tables and the like rattled in unison. Nathan looked flustered and pale and very slightly disoriented, much like he had when sending Angelo off to check on Jean-Paul earlier in the day. "No, and I don't care what kind of conspiracy the two of you have cooked up between you. No."
"Yes", Angelo retorted, not giving an inch. "Jean-Paul told me everythin' an' we're both agreed, you don't get to be on your own right now. I stay here or I tell Moira."
"I do not need a minder." Nathan's tone was scorchingly bitter. He went over and sat down on the couch, the television's remote floating to his upraised hand. "I don't know where either of you got the impression that I'm senile, or a threat to myself."
"Never said senile." He was watching Nathan as he wandered over to the couch and dumped his sleeping bag at the end. "A threat to your own health, though? Yeah, an' I don't just mean the flyin' things."
"I don't know whether you honestly think I need a watchdog-" Joyita promptly made the comment a little more amusing than intended by coming over and nudging at Nathan's hand, "or whether it's some sort of pathological habit you can't shake." Nathan's head suddenly whipped around, and the look Angelo got was suddenly very angry-looking. "You'd better not have cut the Spain trip short because of this."
"I was already back", Angelo told him firmly. "You know I was. You saw me this mornin' when you sent me to check on Jean-Paul - the trip was only meant to be a couple of days. I meant it, by the way - you let me stay or I call Moira right now."
"And tell her what?" It was almost a snarl. "What, that you think she doesn't know already?"
"I think there's a lot she doesn't know", was the level response. "I think if she knew how bad things were really gettin', she'd already be here."
"I think you jump to conclusions." Nathan turned on the news, staring bleakly at the screen.
"I don't care. I'm stayin'." He sat down firmly in the armchair.
"Fine. Do whatever the hell you want." Nathan sounded more tired than angry now, although his expression was still set. "I don't have the energy to throw you in the lake."
"An' that's another sign you're not well", Angelo pointed out calmly. "You're still not sleepin' well, Jean-Paul told me about the nightmares, an' you're startin' to lose powers control. I know you, Nate."
"Of course I'm not fucking well, do you really think I'm deluding myself about that?" Goddamn it, would people not call him on it like it was news to him, like he wasn't fully aware that yes, he had a problem? "There's just absolutely nothing to be done about it, so why don't you all just LEAVE IT ALONE!" He was on his feet with the last, stalking past Angelo and into the kitchen.
Angelo, with a soothing pat to a startled and whining Joyita's head, got up and followed him. "Maybe you'd have a bit more luck gettin' us that care about you to do that if you told us what it is there's nothin' to be done about."
But Nathan's lips were pressed tightly together as he opened the fridge to get a beer, and walked right past Angelo without saying another word.
"You brought us in, Nathan", Angelo called after him. "You let us in, an' now we're here to stay whether you like it or not. That's what family does."
Nathan sat back down on the couch, and continued to ignore Angelo's presence. The stony expression would have been more convincing if it hadn't been for the look in his eyes. He was staring blindly at the TV, but he might have been somewhere else entirely for all that he appeared to be registering of what he saw.
Angelo sighed and made his way back to the armchair, sitting down in silence but with no intention of moving anytime soon.
It hadn't taken Angelo that long to get his preparations done after what Jean-Paul had had to say - there hadn't really been that much to get together, after all.
And so it was that he turned up on the doorstep of the boathouse and let himself in, with a dog at his heels, a determined expression on his face and a sleeping bag slung over his shoulder.
Nathan emerged from the washroom, stopped, and stared. "What the hell do you - no," he snapped, and small objects sitting on tables and the like rattled in unison. Nathan looked flustered and pale and very slightly disoriented, much like he had when sending Angelo off to check on Jean-Paul earlier in the day. "No, and I don't care what kind of conspiracy the two of you have cooked up between you. No."
"Yes", Angelo retorted, not giving an inch. "Jean-Paul told me everythin' an' we're both agreed, you don't get to be on your own right now. I stay here or I tell Moira."
"I do not need a minder." Nathan's tone was scorchingly bitter. He went over and sat down on the couch, the television's remote floating to his upraised hand. "I don't know where either of you got the impression that I'm senile, or a threat to myself."
"Never said senile." He was watching Nathan as he wandered over to the couch and dumped his sleeping bag at the end. "A threat to your own health, though? Yeah, an' I don't just mean the flyin' things."
"I don't know whether you honestly think I need a watchdog-" Joyita promptly made the comment a little more amusing than intended by coming over and nudging at Nathan's hand, "or whether it's some sort of pathological habit you can't shake." Nathan's head suddenly whipped around, and the look Angelo got was suddenly very angry-looking. "You'd better not have cut the Spain trip short because of this."
"I was already back", Angelo told him firmly. "You know I was. You saw me this mornin' when you sent me to check on Jean-Paul - the trip was only meant to be a couple of days. I meant it, by the way - you let me stay or I call Moira right now."
"And tell her what?" It was almost a snarl. "What, that you think she doesn't know already?"
"I think there's a lot she doesn't know", was the level response. "I think if she knew how bad things were really gettin', she'd already be here."
"I think you jump to conclusions." Nathan turned on the news, staring bleakly at the screen.
"I don't care. I'm stayin'." He sat down firmly in the armchair.
"Fine. Do whatever the hell you want." Nathan sounded more tired than angry now, although his expression was still set. "I don't have the energy to throw you in the lake."
"An' that's another sign you're not well", Angelo pointed out calmly. "You're still not sleepin' well, Jean-Paul told me about the nightmares, an' you're startin' to lose powers control. I know you, Nate."
"Of course I'm not fucking well, do you really think I'm deluding myself about that?" Goddamn it, would people not call him on it like it was news to him, like he wasn't fully aware that yes, he had a problem? "There's just absolutely nothing to be done about it, so why don't you all just LEAVE IT ALONE!" He was on his feet with the last, stalking past Angelo and into the kitchen.
Angelo, with a soothing pat to a startled and whining Joyita's head, got up and followed him. "Maybe you'd have a bit more luck gettin' us that care about you to do that if you told us what it is there's nothin' to be done about."
But Nathan's lips were pressed tightly together as he opened the fridge to get a beer, and walked right past Angelo without saying another word.
"You brought us in, Nathan", Angelo called after him. "You let us in, an' now we're here to stay whether you like it or not. That's what family does."
Nathan sat back down on the couch, and continued to ignore Angelo's presence. The stony expression would have been more convincing if it hadn't been for the look in his eyes. He was staring blindly at the TV, but he might have been somewhere else entirely for all that he appeared to be registering of what he saw.
Angelo sighed and made his way back to the armchair, sitting down in silence but with no intention of moving anytime soon.
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