xp_logs | Moira/Miles (Later Today)

Moira hesitated before going into the T.V. room where Miles was currently watching some supposedly cute/funny/learning show that was all the rage. She had grabbed Alison, who was nearby, and had been pointed in this direction. She had only just managed to convince Nathan that this was something that she –had- to do before he let go. Luckily, she had also convinced him to catch some sleep but only since she promised she’d be back as soon as she was done.

The chocolate ice cream container in her hand was cold but she paid that no mind. Moira was exhausted from what happened yesterday but Nathan had brought her back in, made her change and then made her sleep for a very long time. She had only had woken up because Shinobi had stopped by...she swallowed the lump in her throat. "Miles?"

Miles started slightly and looked around; his shoulders hunched slightly when he saw who it was. "Hello, Dr. Moira," he said quietly. "Miles is--Miles is sorry he made you upset before."

"Oh...'oney, nay, ye..." She sighed and showed Miles the ice cream, bowls and spoons. "Mind if'n I sit wit' ye an' talk? Thought ye would like ta 'ave some..."

The boy couldn't help perking up at the sight of the ice cream. "Miles would, yes. Thank you, Dr. Moira." He tilted his head. "What does Dr. Moira want to talk about?"

She settled herself down next to him on the floor, wincing slightly as her body felt like one giant bruise. "Th' fact tha' ye didna do anythin' wron'. Ye jus'...'appened ta say somethin' tha' made me remember somethin' I didna want ta remember at tha' point."

Miles patted her knee shyly. "Miles is sorry anyway. Sometimes . . ." He sighed, looking older than his years. "Sometimes remembering is sad. Miles did not mean to make Dr. Moira sad."

She smiled down at him and hugged him gently. "Aye, sometimes rememberin' -is- sad but I learned tha' memories 'ave ta be dealt wit'...an' faced." She spooned some ice cream into the bowls. "Would ye like ta 'ear a story?"

Miles accepted his bowl gravely, but couldn't resist a happy wriggle at the taste of the first bite. "Miles would like a story."

Moira settled herself back with her own bowl. "Once upon a time, nay ta lon' ago, there was a boy named Kevin, who was me son. 'e was yer age. An' like ye, 'e was a mutant. He was a verra powerful one, wit' 'is powers showin' up when 'e was a wee bairn. But 'e was verra, verra sick..." As she talked, with Miles looking up at her, ice cream nearly all but forgotten, she felt some of the huge burden and guilt on her shoulders lift. Just a little but...right now, that was enough.