xp_logs | Angelo and Scott, Sunday

Angelo visits Scott and tries to cheer him up, with little success.

"Hey", came a wryly amused voice from the door, where Angelo was leaning against it. "Heard you might be in need of visitors."

"Only if you're not planning to yell at me," Scott said, raising an eyebrow. It was nice to be back in the suite, but as always, it hurt worse the day after. He'd gotten as comfortable as he could on the couch - Jean had wanted him to stay in bed - but at least out here he didn't feel like a total invalid. "If you're planning to yell at me you can turn around and head right back the way you came."

"I figure everyone else did that already. Wouldn't change anythin' if one more person did, so I won't." He strolled in and headed for a chair. "How you feelin'?"

"Like I was dropped from a respectable height onto a hard surface," Scott said, deadpan."Note to self, you do not have a latent secondary mutation of flight..."

"What were you doin' at a respectable height in the first place?" Angelo wanted to know. "Shootin' drones?"

"No, actually, one picked me up and dropped me. The safeties were off," Scott explained, shifting slightly upwards. "Mechanical failure, and I was stupid enough not to have anyone in the control booth to cut the power."

Angelo winced. "Yeah, that's somethin' to have Forge look into, maybe. A way to shut it down from inside the Room."

"Or I could follow my own safety rules and make sure there's a spotter in the booth." Scott waved a hand. "The simplest solution is often best."

That got a snort. "Or you could do that. Bet you won't forget ever again."

"I didn't forget. I... thought I had a better idea."

Angelo raised his eyebrows inquiringly.

Scott sighed. "Never mind. I suppose I did forget something - that I'm not invulnerable. Which Jean has been berating me for periodically."

"Pretty key fact, yeah", was the mild response. "So how long're you on the sick list, have they said?"

"May be a while. This is knee dislocation number three, which means surgery - Jean's been talking to an acquaintance of hers and Charles who does a good job with knees."

Angelo nodded. "No shortcuts for somethin' like that. Good luck."

"Pretty simple surgery, from the sounds of it. Just means I'll be out of things for the next couple of months." He intended to be on the shorter side of the potential recovery time, whatever Jean said about pushing.

"Well, you can still do the desk-based stuff, right? Mission reviews, program the Danger Room when it's back to workin', all that?"

"I don't have too much option, do I?" Scott asked wryly. "Not that I'm blaming anyone other than myself."

"No, just sayin'... you don't have to be completely out of the loop. Not even on total bedrest all the time, if you take it easy." He was trying to offer some kind of consolation, as far as it went.

Despairing laughter would not be appropriate. He knew that Angelo was trying to cheer him up. "Mmm," he said instead, his lips twitching suspiciously. "There is that."