xp_logs | Log - Angelo and Bobby

Bobby strolled down the stairs to the medlab, heading for Angelo's room. He figured enough time had probably passed that the poor boy wasn't inundated with visitors anymore, and with what Amanda had said on the journals, it seemed unlikely that he'd have a hovering, blue fur-covered doctor muttering about him exhausting his patients. He reached Angelo's room, knocked softly, and cracked the door, sticking his head in. "Hey. You awake?"

Angelo glanced up on hearing Bobby's voice. "Bobby! Hey. Yeah, come on in."

Bobby slipped in and closed the door, smiling. "Sorry I didn't come see you sooner. Figured you were probably getting a steady stream of visitors as it is, and Hank can be kinda touchy about that." He snagged a nearby chair and spun it around, straddling it backwards. "How're you doing?"

Angelo opened his mouth to give some bright lie of an answer, then sagged, too tired to keep it up. "Well, the burns are healin', but... I haven't slept a night through this week", he admitted quietly.

Bobby nodded, scowling briefly as he remembered M's none-too-polite post about nightmares. "Sorry, man," he says softly, the frustration and fear of uncontrollable nightmares one that he's only too familiar with, and in the not so recent past. "They'll start let up soon, though..." He swallowed and added, "Mine did. Eventually." For the most part, but that wasn't the point. Offer comfort to his friend, that was the point.

Angelo nodded. "Yeah. Doc Samson says he'll get me somethin' to stop them, but I'm not allowed to use it too much. Gotta keep a journal."

"Samson? You talked to him?" Bobby thought about his own appointment, later on, and wondered again why Alison thought it was so important that he go see the man about the latest events. Really, he'd been on the fringe of most of them. The only part that had really impacted him much was currently holding a conversation with him, so that was all right. "What's he like?"

Angelo considered. "Quiet. Takes lots of notes. But he listens, man. He really listens."

"I'm supposed to go see him today." Bobby didn't look too terribly concerned at the prospect, but the fact that the doctor was quiet was a reassuring fact. With any luck, he wouldn't ask too many leading questions that Bobby didn't want to answer. "So when are they letting you out of this place?" he asked, ready for a subject change.

Angelo shrugged. "Not sure. Whenever Amanda can get me healed enough that Doc McCoy says I can go, I guess."

Bobby grinned. "Gimme as much advance notice, so we can have a...'yay, everyone's out of the medlab for once' party." He desperately wanted to cheer Angelo some--the boy did not seem to be doing so great, emotionally. Understandable, but still.

Angelo grinned. "Will do. Never turn down a party."

"Excellent. Er--hope you like ice cream, unless Lorna's free to cater," he added sheepishly.

That actually made Angelo laugh. "Well, they let her out of here a couple of days ago. But ice cream's good."

Bobby beamed. "It's a plan, then. Just shoot me an email when you hear."

"No problem. Now." Angelo gave his friend a stern look. "How are you doing?"

Blinking a few times, Bobby slowly said, "...I'm fine. Why? Who's been spreading lies about me?" He grinned cheerfully, not caring much for the seriousness on Angelo's face.

"Well, you if anyone", Angelo told him. "About your powers issues, for one thing." He paused, and relented somewhat. "We don't haveta talk about it if you don't want. You can always tell me about your mystery girl instead." He grinned evilly.

Bobby sat silent for a moment. "I'll take door number three, Don," he quipped weakly. He didn't think Angelo could have picked two topics he wanted to discuss less than those.

Angelo looked at him, eyes worried. "Well, I can't make you talk about it. But I'm listenin' if you wanna."

"Thanks, man." Bobby gave him a small smile. "There's really not much to tell, as far as the mystery woman, anyway. It's just a crush, it'll pass." He shrugged lightly, hoping that that was true.

"You gonna tell me who she is?" Angelo asked, curious but not really pushing for an answer.

"Let's just say I'm merely one of thousands of fanboys," he answered glumly, resting his chin on the back of the chair.

Angelo blinked, then raised an eyebrow. Oh. Oh. "I see", he said, understanding. Alison. "You know she wouldn't see you like that, man."

"As what, just another fanboy? Yeah, I know..." But she wouldn't exactly see him as boyfriend material, either, he was sure. Even if she wasn't seeing Sam, there was the age difference, and the fact that she considered him to be a friend, nothing more. "It doesn't matter, anyway. It'll pass."

"Bobby..." Angelo said, concerned for his friend. "Remember what I said when we talked about this before? That's exactly what I tried to convince myself, when I started havin' feelins' for Paige. Now, only you know how serious you are with this, but... I wouldn't count on that."

Bobby nodded, forcing himself to meet Angelo's eyes. "I remember what you said, but this is...different." For one, he didn't stand a chance with Alison.

"Different how?" Angelo asked simply. "Can't even try to help 'less you tell me, man."

"Nothin to help." Bobby shrugged and stood up, spinning the chair back against the wall with one hand. "It'll never happen, and I just have to learn to deal with that, is all." He started pacing, realized it and stopped, and shoved his hands in his pockets.

Angelo watched him warily, not afraid of him personally, but afraid for him. "Hey. Calm down. Talk to me - change the subject if you want."

Bobby took a deep breath and exhaled with a sigh. "I'm calm. Really. I guess all of the tension upstairs is just getting to me more than I thought."

Angelo nodded. "Tell me about it."

Giving him a wry smile, Bobby glanced around the room. "Think Hank'd move a spare bed in here? I wouldn't mind just hiding out down here for a few days, getting away from it. You don't have to be a psi to pick up on all the negative energy floating through this place these days."

"You'd be welcome, man", Angelo told him. "Could do with the company sometimes. An' I'm sure Hank wouldn't mind."

"If it gets much worse around here, I might seriously consider it." Bobby sighed and shook his head. "Maybe having this Dr. Samson guy come in was a good idea, after all. Some of the kids around here need some outlet for their frustration."

Angelo nodded. "Definitely. Wish they'd let me do what I wanted to, but it's not lookin' likely."

"Yeah...sorry about that. Mr. Marko seems to have a major stick up his ass on the idea of kids with guns." And that's all Bobby would say on that matter, because it wasn't his place to share information from the staff journal with Angelo.

Angelo shrugged. "Got that idea, yeah. He doesn't seem to be the only one."

"Yeah, probably not. It's funny how weird some people can be about guns, even living in a place like this." Bobby shrugged, sighing quietly. "But what can you do, huh? At least you tried."

Angelo nodded. "Yeah. I'd take a few of 'em to the range in town, but hey! Only seventeen." He shrugged.

Bobby nodded and took a step toward the door. "Anyway. I have to go get ready to have my head shrunk, I guess." He grinned. "Al thinks it's too big, or something."

Angelo nodded. "He's a good guy. Good to talk to."

"I'm sure he is. Anyway, I'll talk to you later, all right?" Bobby smiled, his hand on the doorknob. "Let me know on the party."

Angelo nodded. "For sure. Talk to you soon."