xp_logs | Monet and Kurt, Saturday morning (Reply)

In which Monet manages to break Kurt's emo.

Monet sighed and looked over at Kurt. "Dude. Will you please stop already? Your thoughts have been running in the same pattern for the last three hours."

He blinked and dragged his focus away from the wall to look at her. "I am sorry. I know some techniques, I will try not to project so much..."

"But you'll sit there and keep moping without me listening in? Dude." Monet sighed, head resting on his shoulder. "You made the best calls you could at the time. You know that, right?"

He put his arm around her with a sigh of his own. "In a way, I suppose so. But Amelia is still gone, and that dream will not leave me."

'Suck it up and deal, princess' wasn't appropriate. Especially at the moment so she settled for the slightly more diplomatic "Be glad she was the only one. It was a bad situation."

"Yes, it was", he agreed wholeheartedly. "I wish also that we had not lost poor little Sophie, but I know that was no one's fault but the invaders."

"She's better off dead. What those girls have going, with the hive mind... It's not good."

Kurt looked at her sideways, considering. "I think they have never known anything else. I am not even sure they could."

"Probably not." Monet shivered slightly, remembering the times she'd touched their mind.

He held her closer, feeling the shiver, and turned his head to kiss her temple. "I am sorry, my love, I have been selfish. I almost forgot you were here too when it happened." He knew better than to ask for details if she didn't give them first.

"It ...sucked. Ask Kyle or Piotr if you want the gory details. I'm not going into it again. And, yes. You've been being very guilty, and it wasn't your bloody fault."

"I do not think the details matter so much", he said quietly. "Matthews was very good at choosing the worst things for each person. Have I really been such a martyr, as Amanda and Marie-Ange said?"

"Yeah, kinda. Dude, this was an op, at your end, the same as any other mission. Shit goes wrong sometimes during ops. You know that. We're mostly all alive and unharmed, they're gone... You guys succeeded."

"We did", he agreed. "And whatever happened in the dream... my brother is alive and I did not kill Klara, though I was about to." He'd had to keep reminding himself of both those things, lately.

"Mmm. Not killing the students is always a good plan."

He laughed a little at that, giving her another squeeze. "Monet, my love, you always have such a way of cutting through things to the heart. Thank you."

"Whatever. Are you going to stop emoing?"

"I think", he said solemnly, "that now I actually may. At least, I will rejoin mansion life a little more."

"Good. Let's go get some dinner and sparkly drinks and forget about this bullshit for a few hours." Monet stood and tugged at Kurt's tail. "Now, please."

He got up obediently, looking at her with amused affection. "Dinner and sparkly drinks it is."