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xp_logsAs promised, Jan shows up at the gallery to see Kevin's artwork on opening night, leading to rather unexpected discoveries.
It wasn't too crowded in the gallery yet, but Kevin was still tense and twitchy. Hank had told him that his mutation was in a default off position but he was willing to bet his current anxiety had turned it on. It was fully really since his anxiety was about hurting someone accidentally which wouldn't be possible if he could just calm down. Laura had run off to the restroom and she was more or less his human shield for all intents and purposes. Still, he was excited enough about this to hope that the eustress, as Hank had called it, would help kick some of his distress in the balls. Once again he tried to reach for a hood that wasn't there to pull over his head and cursed himself silently. Kevin chose to fidget with his tie instead, the black of which gleamed on the matte black of his collared shirt. He was dressed in black from head to toe. It seemed more appropriate that way somehow.
"It's the man of the hour!" declared a voice nearby, a voice belonging to a certain pretty and perky brunette. Like Kevin, Jan was dressed completely in black, but Jan's version left her back, arms, and one shoulder exposed, allowing her wings the freedom of being out in the open. Rather than a tie, her accessories involved jewelry and a clutch-purse. Shoes with heels were involved as well, something Jan hardly ever wore. She didn't see how women wore them every day without killing their feet or falling down.
The familiar voice drew Kevin's attention instantly. The sheer material of Jan's dress, however, kept it fixed on her. It wasn't fair when girls did stuff like that, really. Her dress had layers of what looked like sheer, almost gauzy black cloth but it must have had some sort of skintoned material beneath it because it didn't leave her exposed at all. That didn't change that she looked beautiful. He might have been a little biased, though. Kevin tended to favor winged people. Sparing a grin for her and trying to force himself to relax a bit, Kevin made his way over to Jan. "Pretty and perky number two. Number one ran off." He glanced over toward the restrooms to indicate where Laura had run off to.
"Is there enough room in this place for all of our pretty-and-perkiness?" Jan joked with a grin. "The room might not be able to handle it when she comes back." With all of the perky females at the mansion, Jan wouldn't be surprised to discover if people figured the world would explode if all of them entered the same room. Molly was so perky all on her own, too! Jan gave Kevin the once over and gave him an approving nod. "Wow, you sure clean up well!" Not that Jan thought Kevin ever looked horrible, but the covered-by-a-hood look just wasn't her thing.
Kevin held his arms out as if to give her an unhindered look at himself. "Why, thank you, ma'am. Ah do sure try to be presentable when Ah'm told Ah oughta be." With a playful smile playing over his lips, Kevin bent his head and plucked Jan's hand up gently from her side. A kiss was very carefully brushed across her knuckles with a rather gentlemanly flourish before he raised his head again and released her hand. "You wanna tour of the showin' or should Ah just secret you away to the back room?" He gestured to a doorway that led to a well-lit room where tall metal sculptures could be seen inside.
Jan was surprised but pleased by Kevin's actions. She'd been a bit worried that she'd upset him on the journals the night before, but if he was mad he sure wasn't showing it. "Is what you made in there?" Jan asked, looking to the back. "I'm guessing the right thing to do here is see what everybody else made, too, but I'm really just here because of your stuff." Jan didn't really have a particular interest in any sort of art, only taking art classes when it was required. Singing was more of her thing, and she wasn't too bad at it if she said so herself.
"Yeah, all my stuff's in there. Ah figured it would give me a good reason to hide from people. Unless all the people end up in there and then my brilliant plan backfires on me." Backfiring, obviously, was so not what he was after. Kevin's eyes darted around, gauging where the various people in the gallery currently were. If he knew where they were then he could avoid anyone bumping into him and having a hole decayed through their hair or arm or something. When he was sufficiently certain no one was very near him he offered Jan his arm. With the collared shirt and jacket over his elbow length gloves Kevin was just as safe on his arms as he typically was when he walked around normally anyhow.
"Ah should really encourage you to check out the others artists' work, but Ah'm gonna be greedy for a while." He gave Jan a smile. "After all, who wouldn't wanna be greedy with all the winged pretty and perky goin' on? But Ah might have to upgrade you from pretty to beautiful. S'not nearly as alliterative, though."
Jan beamed at Kevin, taking his arm. "Thank you, kind sir." She'd learned long ago how to avoid being bumped in crowds and understood what it was like to need to avoid random jostling and touches, so she was letting Kevin make the touching moves here. Years of needing to hide her wings, of feeling different constantly, made her extra-sensitive to what it was like for people with mutations that caused difficulty in their daily lives. When she first came to Xavier's, it had been only there had she been able to enjoy the freedom of showing her wings to the world. Well, residents of Xavier's, but it had felt like the world. She'd also needed to wear gloves for a while, but those days were behind her, and now she also wore a lot of clothes that showed her wings out in the open. Kevin, however, still spent his days in fully-covered mode.
"You really do say the sweetest things, don't you?" Jan commented as they were walking. "Sweet all the way through, you said." A sly grin spread onto her face. "That reminds me, I have something for you. Want me to give it to you now or when the show's over tonight?"
His eyes slid to the side to look at her. There was an obvious note of suspicion in his expression. She may have been tiny and sweet looking but Kevin knew that underneath that facade laid the sort of naughty minx that every guy not-so-secretly hoped to find for himself. "Ah'm not sure. Ah don't think you've ever given me anything that was exactly inappropriate to outsiders, but it's always real inappropriate in context. You are the one looking out for my love mushroom, after all." He said the last in a conspiring tone with his voice pitched low. A mischief-laden smile followed as he wove them around the people scattered through the main room. "So Ah'm thinkin' maybe after the show."
Coming through the doorway into one of the back rooms of the gallery, Kevin and Jan found themselves amidst several towering metal sculptures. One was a little shorter than Jan was when she wasn't adorning her feet with heels, but the rest were all taller than either of them. The walls were hung with dark, almost post-apocalyptic looking paintings. They matched the photographs hanging out in the front of the main room rather well, actually, and belonged to the same artist. "The room makes me and Dena look a lot more dark and emo than we are," he told Jan. Dena tended toward dark themes in her art and the the jagged lines and sharp angles of most of Kevin's sculptures matched them well. There was one sculpture in the center of the room that was upwards of eight feet tall that was all winding, twisting, gleaming metal that didn't look like it had been salvaged from a scrapyard like the rest of the pieces. That one held a fluidity and grace the others lacked. The others were all harsh angles and disparate pieces of metal, some of which had rusted through in areas. Kevin had suggested the arrangement of the sculptures and the gallery owner had agreed.
Jan looked around and up at the different sculptures. Even at her current full-sized height, the things were a lot bigger than she was. They'd be positively gigantic from her tiny-form perspective. "OK, so I'm going to admit here that I don't really know too much about art. Am I supposed to be seeing something, like each piece represents something, or the metal called out to you or something and you answered?" She pointed at the tall one in the middle. "I get that that one's different, of course." She might not know the reasons behind the work, but she wasn't blind. "I totally want to hear about the sculptures from the artist himself, if that's OK."
"Ah'm not exactly the most articulate person in the world with words," Kevin admitted. Sure, he could flirt and play and generally shower attention on a girl, but he wasn't always much use with words beyond that. With her still on his arm, Kevin led Jan further into the room until they stood closest to the center sculpture. "It's, well, it's sorta about the stuff that words aren't meant to be able to say. Art's the things that words aren't enough for. All art, dance or painting or sculpture. And this," he gestured around them to his sculptures, "is me. The stuff Ah can't put in words or don't really wanna gets put in them. Ah'm...Ah'm not sure how well Ah can explain 'em beyond that."
Kevin's arm slipped out of Jan's and he walked over to a scrap metal sculpture. Gloved fingertips ran down along an edge that came to a harsh and sudden point only for the continuing line to have been eaten away by rust. "Ah use scrap metal a lot. The guys at the junkyards know me real well 'cause of it. Ah just...stuff gets thrown out. It gets abused. It gets loved for a while and then people move on. And Ah don't think that's fair. So Ah try to rescue it. Give it life again. Make it something beautiful." He frowned and looked back over to Jan. "That makes sense at all yet? Would context help?"
Jan was starting to find Kevin really hot right now. While her e-mail comment of keeping him in mind should she and Kyle break up had mainly been meant as a joke, Jan wasn't at all against the idea. And now she and Kyle had broken up, and Kevin was right there and being totally into his work. There was just something really sexy about a guy being so passionate about something. But Kevin was here with Laura as his date, and Jan wasn't the sort of girl who messed with something like that.
"Yeah, sure, context would help a bunch," was what she decided to say instead of the other thoughts going through her mind.
Kevin's fingers moved past the ragged edge of the rusted spot and dropped away. "This one Ah started after Ah got my ribs all bashed up and Ah went and exploded my hand a little takin' back my mutation. Ah was on a lot of meds to keep me loopy and had sorta a world of pain if Ah didn't take 'em. Plus," he raised his hand and wiggled his fingers, "Ah've got thigh on my hand. Still weird." He nodded toward the shiny sculpture in the center. "That's all Jean-Paul. Started it after we first got together and finished it after my hand and my ribs healed. That's what it was always like bein' with him. Sorta odd and disjointed but it flowed and it worked and it felt right." Kevin walked over to the sculpture with the most acute, harsh angles of the group of them. There was a lot of blue in it, all scrap metal and most of it marred. There were dents and scratches and rust all over the thing. "This was Jay when he came back all...wrong." The sculpture had a feeling of wrongness about it to Kevin. It looked like it would tip over from the weight of itself any moment. "All violence and misery and keepin' people away for their own good but not knowin' how to be alone." He spared a smile for Jan that was bittersweet.
Another sculpture, this one full of mismatched pieces of metal. There were obviously new sheets of metal mixed in with scrap metal. There were red and blue and orange pieces of metal that one could rightly assume came from cars in junkyards and even a few pieces of glass fractured to some degree or another. "This was California." He gestured to the fractured glass and torn up bits of metal near the bottom, then moved his hand upward to where the newer metal and less fractured glass came together. "Ah changed a lot out there. Sorta grew up and grew into myself. Ah was kinda messed up and broken when Ah got there, more than Ah'd been before 'cause Jay was probably dead and all. But," he shrugged. "Ah found peace there that Ah hadn't had since my dad died."
"Wow." Jan wasn't sure what to say. Was there really anything to say to that? While with her first look at the sculptures Jan had only seen oddly shaped metal, she was now able to see a whole different side to them... and to Kevin, too. Clearly the art meant a lot to him on a personal level, and he had just seen fit to share it all with her. "That's so cool, and totally amazing." Jan was right there with Kevin on not feeling like having a great way with words all of the time. Not that she had a problem finding them when someone was being an idiot on the journals, but she wasn't quite trying to come across as well-spoken when she replied to insulting and hurtful remarks. "I don't think I'll ever look at this sort of art the same way again."
Kevin smiled at her, the expression softer and gentler than the more frequently seen playful and mischief-laden counterparts. "Guess Ah've done my job then. Maybe even recruited you over to the abstract side." He trailed back over to Jan until he was beside her once more. He picked her hand up as if it were a delicate thing and hooked it back around his elbow. "That's art to me. It's all the stuff you can't or won't say aloud. 'Cause makin' it art ain't the same thing as sayin' it to people. It's...less exposed but louder and more out there. Dunno if that makes any sense. It's just...me, Ah guess. Who Ah am and what Ah am. The things Ah don't share or can't share for whatever reason. The most honest thing in the world and still probably makes no sense to anyone but me. But Ah figure that's okay. 'Cause sometimes people look at 'em and they think they're beautiful." And that opinion reflected on Kevin, not just as an artist but as a person. Because these were pieces of his soul, really.
It was really too bad for Jan that Kevin was on a date with someone who wasn't her because she totally wanted to kiss him right now. And do more things, too, but she wasn't sure how all of that would work, and she so was not going to ask him about that right now. But he'd done the thing earlier where he kissed her hand and nothing bad had happened (and Jan was sure Kevin wouldn't have done it if he'd thought there was any chance of hurting her) so it stood to reason that there could be some sort of actual physical contact. But, date. With Laura. Who was really nice and sweet. Just like Kevin. All the way through.
"They are," Jan told Kevin. "Beautiful, I mean. I can see that now." She took another look around the room, then looked back at Kevin. "So, we should probably get you back to your date now, right? Wouldn't want her to think you'd run off or something."
"Yeah. Or she'll get lost. And then distracted. And then someone will steal her away. And then Ah'd have no date and that would suck. Who would be my supergirl bodyguard if she got stolen?" He gave Jan a very sad, mostly pathetic look. "Ah'd be all alone." Kevin added a sniffle. He could only keep it up for a few moments, though, before a smile cracked his facade. Turning toward the doorway, Kevin headed toward the main room arm-in-arm with Jan. "Let's go find my lady of the night. Wait, that's a euphemism for a prostitute, ain't it? We won't tell Laura I called her that, right?"
"Don't worry," Jan said as they went to bring Kevin back to Laura, "we'll just keep that between you and me. And until we get you back to her, I'll be sure to protect you. You can't be alone if you're with me!"
"My hero." Kevin flashed her a smile. Somehow Kevin had gotten quite good at acquiring terribly attractive bodyguards. Jean-Paul, Laura, now Jan...this was clearly his secondary mutation.
It wasn't too crowded in the gallery yet, but Kevin was still tense and twitchy. Hank had told him that his mutation was in a default off position but he was willing to bet his current anxiety had turned it on. It was fully really since his anxiety was about hurting someone accidentally which wouldn't be possible if he could just calm down. Laura had run off to the restroom and she was more or less his human shield for all intents and purposes. Still, he was excited enough about this to hope that the eustress, as Hank had called it, would help kick some of his distress in the balls. Once again he tried to reach for a hood that wasn't there to pull over his head and cursed himself silently. Kevin chose to fidget with his tie instead, the black of which gleamed on the matte black of his collared shirt. He was dressed in black from head to toe. It seemed more appropriate that way somehow.
"It's the man of the hour!" declared a voice nearby, a voice belonging to a certain pretty and perky brunette. Like Kevin, Jan was dressed completely in black, but Jan's version left her back, arms, and one shoulder exposed, allowing her wings the freedom of being out in the open. Rather than a tie, her accessories involved jewelry and a clutch-purse. Shoes with heels were involved as well, something Jan hardly ever wore. She didn't see how women wore them every day without killing their feet or falling down.
The familiar voice drew Kevin's attention instantly. The sheer material of Jan's dress, however, kept it fixed on her. It wasn't fair when girls did stuff like that, really. Her dress had layers of what looked like sheer, almost gauzy black cloth but it must have had some sort of skintoned material beneath it because it didn't leave her exposed at all. That didn't change that she looked beautiful. He might have been a little biased, though. Kevin tended to favor winged people. Sparing a grin for her and trying to force himself to relax a bit, Kevin made his way over to Jan. "Pretty and perky number two. Number one ran off." He glanced over toward the restrooms to indicate where Laura had run off to.
"Is there enough room in this place for all of our pretty-and-perkiness?" Jan joked with a grin. "The room might not be able to handle it when she comes back." With all of the perky females at the mansion, Jan wouldn't be surprised to discover if people figured the world would explode if all of them entered the same room. Molly was so perky all on her own, too! Jan gave Kevin the once over and gave him an approving nod. "Wow, you sure clean up well!" Not that Jan thought Kevin ever looked horrible, but the covered-by-a-hood look just wasn't her thing.
Kevin held his arms out as if to give her an unhindered look at himself. "Why, thank you, ma'am. Ah do sure try to be presentable when Ah'm told Ah oughta be." With a playful smile playing over his lips, Kevin bent his head and plucked Jan's hand up gently from her side. A kiss was very carefully brushed across her knuckles with a rather gentlemanly flourish before he raised his head again and released her hand. "You wanna tour of the showin' or should Ah just secret you away to the back room?" He gestured to a doorway that led to a well-lit room where tall metal sculptures could be seen inside.
Jan was surprised but pleased by Kevin's actions. She'd been a bit worried that she'd upset him on the journals the night before, but if he was mad he sure wasn't showing it. "Is what you made in there?" Jan asked, looking to the back. "I'm guessing the right thing to do here is see what everybody else made, too, but I'm really just here because of your stuff." Jan didn't really have a particular interest in any sort of art, only taking art classes when it was required. Singing was more of her thing, and she wasn't too bad at it if she said so herself.
"Yeah, all my stuff's in there. Ah figured it would give me a good reason to hide from people. Unless all the people end up in there and then my brilliant plan backfires on me." Backfiring, obviously, was so not what he was after. Kevin's eyes darted around, gauging where the various people in the gallery currently were. If he knew where they were then he could avoid anyone bumping into him and having a hole decayed through their hair or arm or something. When he was sufficiently certain no one was very near him he offered Jan his arm. With the collared shirt and jacket over his elbow length gloves Kevin was just as safe on his arms as he typically was when he walked around normally anyhow.
"Ah should really encourage you to check out the others artists' work, but Ah'm gonna be greedy for a while." He gave Jan a smile. "After all, who wouldn't wanna be greedy with all the winged pretty and perky goin' on? But Ah might have to upgrade you from pretty to beautiful. S'not nearly as alliterative, though."
Jan beamed at Kevin, taking his arm. "Thank you, kind sir." She'd learned long ago how to avoid being bumped in crowds and understood what it was like to need to avoid random jostling and touches, so she was letting Kevin make the touching moves here. Years of needing to hide her wings, of feeling different constantly, made her extra-sensitive to what it was like for people with mutations that caused difficulty in their daily lives. When she first came to Xavier's, it had been only there had she been able to enjoy the freedom of showing her wings to the world. Well, residents of Xavier's, but it had felt like the world. She'd also needed to wear gloves for a while, but those days were behind her, and now she also wore a lot of clothes that showed her wings out in the open. Kevin, however, still spent his days in fully-covered mode.
"You really do say the sweetest things, don't you?" Jan commented as they were walking. "Sweet all the way through, you said." A sly grin spread onto her face. "That reminds me, I have something for you. Want me to give it to you now or when the show's over tonight?"
His eyes slid to the side to look at her. There was an obvious note of suspicion in his expression. She may have been tiny and sweet looking but Kevin knew that underneath that facade laid the sort of naughty minx that every guy not-so-secretly hoped to find for himself. "Ah'm not sure. Ah don't think you've ever given me anything that was exactly inappropriate to outsiders, but it's always real inappropriate in context. You are the one looking out for my love mushroom, after all." He said the last in a conspiring tone with his voice pitched low. A mischief-laden smile followed as he wove them around the people scattered through the main room. "So Ah'm thinkin' maybe after the show."
Coming through the doorway into one of the back rooms of the gallery, Kevin and Jan found themselves amidst several towering metal sculptures. One was a little shorter than Jan was when she wasn't adorning her feet with heels, but the rest were all taller than either of them. The walls were hung with dark, almost post-apocalyptic looking paintings. They matched the photographs hanging out in the front of the main room rather well, actually, and belonged to the same artist. "The room makes me and Dena look a lot more dark and emo than we are," he told Jan. Dena tended toward dark themes in her art and the the jagged lines and sharp angles of most of Kevin's sculptures matched them well. There was one sculpture in the center of the room that was upwards of eight feet tall that was all winding, twisting, gleaming metal that didn't look like it had been salvaged from a scrapyard like the rest of the pieces. That one held a fluidity and grace the others lacked. The others were all harsh angles and disparate pieces of metal, some of which had rusted through in areas. Kevin had suggested the arrangement of the sculptures and the gallery owner had agreed.
Jan looked around and up at the different sculptures. Even at her current full-sized height, the things were a lot bigger than she was. They'd be positively gigantic from her tiny-form perspective. "OK, so I'm going to admit here that I don't really know too much about art. Am I supposed to be seeing something, like each piece represents something, or the metal called out to you or something and you answered?" She pointed at the tall one in the middle. "I get that that one's different, of course." She might not know the reasons behind the work, but she wasn't blind. "I totally want to hear about the sculptures from the artist himself, if that's OK."
"Ah'm not exactly the most articulate person in the world with words," Kevin admitted. Sure, he could flirt and play and generally shower attention on a girl, but he wasn't always much use with words beyond that. With her still on his arm, Kevin led Jan further into the room until they stood closest to the center sculpture. "It's, well, it's sorta about the stuff that words aren't meant to be able to say. Art's the things that words aren't enough for. All art, dance or painting or sculpture. And this," he gestured around them to his sculptures, "is me. The stuff Ah can't put in words or don't really wanna gets put in them. Ah'm...Ah'm not sure how well Ah can explain 'em beyond that."
Kevin's arm slipped out of Jan's and he walked over to a scrap metal sculpture. Gloved fingertips ran down along an edge that came to a harsh and sudden point only for the continuing line to have been eaten away by rust. "Ah use scrap metal a lot. The guys at the junkyards know me real well 'cause of it. Ah just...stuff gets thrown out. It gets abused. It gets loved for a while and then people move on. And Ah don't think that's fair. So Ah try to rescue it. Give it life again. Make it something beautiful." He frowned and looked back over to Jan. "That makes sense at all yet? Would context help?"
Jan was starting to find Kevin really hot right now. While her e-mail comment of keeping him in mind should she and Kyle break up had mainly been meant as a joke, Jan wasn't at all against the idea. And now she and Kyle had broken up, and Kevin was right there and being totally into his work. There was just something really sexy about a guy being so passionate about something. But Kevin was here with Laura as his date, and Jan wasn't the sort of girl who messed with something like that.
"Yeah, sure, context would help a bunch," was what she decided to say instead of the other thoughts going through her mind.
Kevin's fingers moved past the ragged edge of the rusted spot and dropped away. "This one Ah started after Ah got my ribs all bashed up and Ah went and exploded my hand a little takin' back my mutation. Ah was on a lot of meds to keep me loopy and had sorta a world of pain if Ah didn't take 'em. Plus," he raised his hand and wiggled his fingers, "Ah've got thigh on my hand. Still weird." He nodded toward the shiny sculpture in the center. "That's all Jean-Paul. Started it after we first got together and finished it after my hand and my ribs healed. That's what it was always like bein' with him. Sorta odd and disjointed but it flowed and it worked and it felt right." Kevin walked over to the sculpture with the most acute, harsh angles of the group of them. There was a lot of blue in it, all scrap metal and most of it marred. There were dents and scratches and rust all over the thing. "This was Jay when he came back all...wrong." The sculpture had a feeling of wrongness about it to Kevin. It looked like it would tip over from the weight of itself any moment. "All violence and misery and keepin' people away for their own good but not knowin' how to be alone." He spared a smile for Jan that was bittersweet.
Another sculpture, this one full of mismatched pieces of metal. There were obviously new sheets of metal mixed in with scrap metal. There were red and blue and orange pieces of metal that one could rightly assume came from cars in junkyards and even a few pieces of glass fractured to some degree or another. "This was California." He gestured to the fractured glass and torn up bits of metal near the bottom, then moved his hand upward to where the newer metal and less fractured glass came together. "Ah changed a lot out there. Sorta grew up and grew into myself. Ah was kinda messed up and broken when Ah got there, more than Ah'd been before 'cause Jay was probably dead and all. But," he shrugged. "Ah found peace there that Ah hadn't had since my dad died."
"Wow." Jan wasn't sure what to say. Was there really anything to say to that? While with her first look at the sculptures Jan had only seen oddly shaped metal, she was now able to see a whole different side to them... and to Kevin, too. Clearly the art meant a lot to him on a personal level, and he had just seen fit to share it all with her. "That's so cool, and totally amazing." Jan was right there with Kevin on not feeling like having a great way with words all of the time. Not that she had a problem finding them when someone was being an idiot on the journals, but she wasn't quite trying to come across as well-spoken when she replied to insulting and hurtful remarks. "I don't think I'll ever look at this sort of art the same way again."
Kevin smiled at her, the expression softer and gentler than the more frequently seen playful and mischief-laden counterparts. "Guess Ah've done my job then. Maybe even recruited you over to the abstract side." He trailed back over to Jan until he was beside her once more. He picked her hand up as if it were a delicate thing and hooked it back around his elbow. "That's art to me. It's all the stuff you can't or won't say aloud. 'Cause makin' it art ain't the same thing as sayin' it to people. It's...less exposed but louder and more out there. Dunno if that makes any sense. It's just...me, Ah guess. Who Ah am and what Ah am. The things Ah don't share or can't share for whatever reason. The most honest thing in the world and still probably makes no sense to anyone but me. But Ah figure that's okay. 'Cause sometimes people look at 'em and they think they're beautiful." And that opinion reflected on Kevin, not just as an artist but as a person. Because these were pieces of his soul, really.
It was really too bad for Jan that Kevin was on a date with someone who wasn't her because she totally wanted to kiss him right now. And do more things, too, but she wasn't sure how all of that would work, and she so was not going to ask him about that right now. But he'd done the thing earlier where he kissed her hand and nothing bad had happened (and Jan was sure Kevin wouldn't have done it if he'd thought there was any chance of hurting her) so it stood to reason that there could be some sort of actual physical contact. But, date. With Laura. Who was really nice and sweet. Just like Kevin. All the way through.
"They are," Jan told Kevin. "Beautiful, I mean. I can see that now." She took another look around the room, then looked back at Kevin. "So, we should probably get you back to your date now, right? Wouldn't want her to think you'd run off or something."
"Yeah. Or she'll get lost. And then distracted. And then someone will steal her away. And then Ah'd have no date and that would suck. Who would be my supergirl bodyguard if she got stolen?" He gave Jan a very sad, mostly pathetic look. "Ah'd be all alone." Kevin added a sniffle. He could only keep it up for a few moments, though, before a smile cracked his facade. Turning toward the doorway, Kevin headed toward the main room arm-in-arm with Jan. "Let's go find my lady of the night. Wait, that's a euphemism for a prostitute, ain't it? We won't tell Laura I called her that, right?"
"Don't worry," Jan said as they went to bring Kevin back to Laura, "we'll just keep that between you and me. And until we get you back to her, I'll be sure to protect you. You can't be alone if you're with me!"
"My hero." Kevin flashed her a smile. Somehow Kevin had gotten quite good at acquiring terribly attractive bodyguards. Jean-Paul, Laura, now Jan...this was clearly his secondary mutation.
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