Bishop and Warren: Packing
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xp_logsWarren comes to the X-Factor office to clear out his stuff. Bishop offers him a drink.
It had occurred to Warren that he should clear his stuff out of Vanessa's apartment before she came home, so he took himself to the building that housed her place and the XFI offices. After packing up his stuff - which was more than he realized, honestly, he might have to send over a car to move it out - he moved the boxes and a suitcase into the hall, heading up to the XFI office. It felt strange, coming here to clean out his stuff, when he'd spent so many hours here while Vanessa was gone.
But that was done with now. He let himself into the office, calling out as he entered.
"It's just me."
Bishop looked up from his desk. He had been busy with bringing the caseload back up after Vanessa's return and, on top of that, maintaining his own files and the phones. "She's still at the mansion."
"I know," Warren replied. "I just wanted to make sure I'd wrapped everything up and clear out my stuff." He'd dropped everything to go chase after Vanessa, and hadn't been back while they'd waited for her to wake up.
"Clear out your stuff?" Bishop didn't usually keep track of Vanessa's relationships. It did seem odd and make him curious, however.
"Vanessa will be wanting her apartment back soon enough," Warren said with a shrug. "And I'm sure whoever's desk I took over will want that back as well." With Vanessa back, Bishop didn't really need Warren covering for them all anymore.
"Laurie's. She's not coming back." Bishop looked back to his work. "I didn't know you two weren't living together."
Warren attempted a smile. "We weren't ever really officially living together. And now..." Warren shrugged. He wasn't entirely clear where they stood, but it wasn't in the realm of him continuing to half live in her apartment. "At least for the moment, we're just friends."
That was simple.Clean. Warren didn't let any emotion flicker over his face when he said it, and did his best to keep his voice level.
"She doesn't stay in relationships for very long, for what it's worth." Bishop offered, looking up again as he opened a desk drawer and nodded to the chair in front of his desk. "Come have a seat."
"Neither do I these days, it seems." His relationship with Jay had been even shorter. His love life hadn't gone particularly well since his break up with Piotr. He took the offered seat, a little curious.
Bishop set two tumblers up on the desk and poured into both of them from his stashed bottle of Maker's. "I'll listen if you want. Or not." He offered as best he could.
Warren shrugged, taking the drink but not sipping it just yet. "It is what it is. I'm not going to push her to stay in a relationship she doesn't want right now." He took a large gulp from the glass after that, not quite as calm about it as he was trying to portray.
"I don't talk to her about her relationships." Bishop admitted as he took a drink. "She seems like her relationships are of the 'enjoy it while it lasts' variety. Nothing personal it ever seems."
Warren didn't say anything in response to that. It was personal, at least as far as he was concerned, but he wasn't going to argue the point. What did it matter now? The relationship was over, or at least on pause. He slowed down his drinking, taking sips rather than gulps.
"How are things going around here?"
"Catching up on backed up work." Bishop shrugged a little. "People needs us even when we aren't here."
"Funny how that works," Warren said with a slight smile. "There was no one doing this work what - a year, year and a half ago? But now that there is, there's more work than you can handle."
"Now that we're the 'mutant police.' Everyone loves to hate cops but still need them. We're filling a niche." Bishop relayed it as factual information. "Maybe some day NYPD will start treating mutants right. Until then, we'll have a job."
"Hopefully one day that will happen." Warren paused, his glass at his lips. "It seems weird, wishing you out of a job. But the likelihood of it happening quickly is fairly unlikely, I would think."
"Very." Bishop confirmed with a nod.
"Here's to bigots and systems that don't adapt," Warren said with a twist of his lips and raising his glass half-heartedly. "May they continue to keep us in work."
It had occurred to Warren that he should clear his stuff out of Vanessa's apartment before she came home, so he took himself to the building that housed her place and the XFI offices. After packing up his stuff - which was more than he realized, honestly, he might have to send over a car to move it out - he moved the boxes and a suitcase into the hall, heading up to the XFI office. It felt strange, coming here to clean out his stuff, when he'd spent so many hours here while Vanessa was gone.
But that was done with now. He let himself into the office, calling out as he entered.
"It's just me."
Bishop looked up from his desk. He had been busy with bringing the caseload back up after Vanessa's return and, on top of that, maintaining his own files and the phones. "She's still at the mansion."
"I know," Warren replied. "I just wanted to make sure I'd wrapped everything up and clear out my stuff." He'd dropped everything to go chase after Vanessa, and hadn't been back while they'd waited for her to wake up.
"Clear out your stuff?" Bishop didn't usually keep track of Vanessa's relationships. It did seem odd and make him curious, however.
"Vanessa will be wanting her apartment back soon enough," Warren said with a shrug. "And I'm sure whoever's desk I took over will want that back as well." With Vanessa back, Bishop didn't really need Warren covering for them all anymore.
"Laurie's. She's not coming back." Bishop looked back to his work. "I didn't know you two weren't living together."
Warren attempted a smile. "We weren't ever really officially living together. And now..." Warren shrugged. He wasn't entirely clear where they stood, but it wasn't in the realm of him continuing to half live in her apartment. "At least for the moment, we're just friends."
That was simple.Clean. Warren didn't let any emotion flicker over his face when he said it, and did his best to keep his voice level.
"She doesn't stay in relationships for very long, for what it's worth." Bishop offered, looking up again as he opened a desk drawer and nodded to the chair in front of his desk. "Come have a seat."
"Neither do I these days, it seems." His relationship with Jay had been even shorter. His love life hadn't gone particularly well since his break up with Piotr. He took the offered seat, a little curious.
Bishop set two tumblers up on the desk and poured into both of them from his stashed bottle of Maker's. "I'll listen if you want. Or not." He offered as best he could.
Warren shrugged, taking the drink but not sipping it just yet. "It is what it is. I'm not going to push her to stay in a relationship she doesn't want right now." He took a large gulp from the glass after that, not quite as calm about it as he was trying to portray.
"I don't talk to her about her relationships." Bishop admitted as he took a drink. "She seems like her relationships are of the 'enjoy it while it lasts' variety. Nothing personal it ever seems."
Warren didn't say anything in response to that. It was personal, at least as far as he was concerned, but he wasn't going to argue the point. What did it matter now? The relationship was over, or at least on pause. He slowed down his drinking, taking sips rather than gulps.
"How are things going around here?"
"Catching up on backed up work." Bishop shrugged a little. "People needs us even when we aren't here."
"Funny how that works," Warren said with a slight smile. "There was no one doing this work what - a year, year and a half ago? But now that there is, there's more work than you can handle."
"Now that we're the 'mutant police.' Everyone loves to hate cops but still need them. We're filling a niche." Bishop relayed it as factual information. "Maybe some day NYPD will start treating mutants right. Until then, we'll have a job."
"Hopefully one day that will happen." Warren paused, his glass at his lips. "It seems weird, wishing you out of a job. But the likelihood of it happening quickly is fairly unlikely, I would think."
"Very." Bishop confirmed with a nod.
"Here's to bigots and systems that don't adapt," Warren said with a twist of his lips and raising his glass half-heartedly. "May they continue to keep us in work."
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