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xp_logsWhile flying to clear his head, Sam gets unexpected company in the form of Rachel. They talk about how they're coping with what happened before putting the serious talk behind them.
It was a good day to be outside – clear skies and a tolerable temperature. Somewhere above the Mansion, a lone figure was streaking through the air, clearly intent on breaking some kind of speed record. Rachel shielded her eyes from the sun as she peered up at it, observing its flight path for several long minutes. Then, with a loud sigh that went unheard to anyone, she threw herself upwards into the air, caught a wind current and jettisoned towards the unsuspecting mutant.
Flying had been a much needed rediscovered stress reliever for Sam before recent events and now it was even more important to him. He was taking to the skies to clear his head, and when he suddenly realized he had company Sam spooked a little, reflexively rolling away from the newcomer before he realized who it was.
"Oh, hey there, heh. Didn't realize who it was there for a second."
“Are you always this hard to rattle or are you just supressing all your emotions?” Rachel asked bluntly, tilting her head at him. “Because you are by far the calmest person I’ve talked to since I got here, including, if I may add, the good ole’ venerable Charles.”
"I wouldn't go that far, I don't think, but I'm... I guess I'm still processing it all, if that makes sense?" Sam was still affected by everything that happened but after so many events in his fairly short lifespan he was getting better at internalizing things, or so he reckoned. "'Sides, gettin' upset won't solve anything, it'd only make things worse, right? That's what I've found in the past anyway." Thoughts of his so-called challenge at the Brownstone over Vanessa flickered in his mind for an instant until he shook his head back and forth a little. "I'll get through it, I have to, no other choice." He looked over at her as they flew, frowning slightly. "How 'bout you though?" Rachel certainly had her own laundry list of problems to work with herself, Sam figured.
“Suppressing. Definitely suppressing,” she shrugged dismissively, then did an aerial loop around Sam before flipping onto her back and doing a lazy backstroke float by – basically forcing the other mutant to spin around if he wanted to keep an eye on her. “Regardless, you’re still ridiculously calm. How do you know you’re not suppressing emotions? I have it on good authority that that is not a good thing, and that sometimes getting upset is good and shows that you’re human. Doing stupid things while upset – now that’s a different matter. ”
She should know.
"I don't, I suppose." Sam had been thinking about talking to someone and knew that he really should; after Genosha, his change in work and lifestyle, and now all of this, it really was something that should be much higher on his list of priorities. "Heh, doing stupid things while upset is a different matter, totally. Been there, done that, have the t-shirt. Do not wanna go back, if I can help it." He rotated to better face his fellow mutant as they flew. "Too much experience with that kinda thing 'helps', I reckon," He added the air quotation marks for emphasis. "Though you're right, I should probably have a sit down with someone, sooner rather than later."
“I like hearing that I’m right,” was all she said as she nodded. Personally, she never put much stock in professional counsellors. But that may be because the made-believe people around her had always, without asking, stepped in to fill that role in her made-believe life. “And I’m glad you’re okay.”
He couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Thanks, and I'm glad you're okay too." Suppressing issues aside, she was, well, alive and in one piece. That in and of itself was hard to wrap his head around, but Sam was grateful for the fact nonetheless.
Rolling her eyes about five seconds into their shared awkward silence, the redhead did another loop around Sam. She had had about enough of serious conversations and painful introspections. “Enough about that. How about you show me some nice sights from the sky? I kinda like being up here.” Technically, she wasn’t flying flying, but rather manipulating chunks of space around herself to move, but who cared, really?
"It really is nice and peaceful up here." Sam agreed. He pointed out the school in the distance behind them. "Y'already know what that is, of course. "And over there..." He continued to point out local landmarks and interesting sites for Rachel's benefit as they continued to soar through the skies, both content to leave the serious talk behind them for the time being.
It was a good day to be outside – clear skies and a tolerable temperature. Somewhere above the Mansion, a lone figure was streaking through the air, clearly intent on breaking some kind of speed record. Rachel shielded her eyes from the sun as she peered up at it, observing its flight path for several long minutes. Then, with a loud sigh that went unheard to anyone, she threw herself upwards into the air, caught a wind current and jettisoned towards the unsuspecting mutant.
Flying had been a much needed rediscovered stress reliever for Sam before recent events and now it was even more important to him. He was taking to the skies to clear his head, and when he suddenly realized he had company Sam spooked a little, reflexively rolling away from the newcomer before he realized who it was.
"Oh, hey there, heh. Didn't realize who it was there for a second."
“Are you always this hard to rattle or are you just supressing all your emotions?” Rachel asked bluntly, tilting her head at him. “Because you are by far the calmest person I’ve talked to since I got here, including, if I may add, the good ole’ venerable Charles.”
"I wouldn't go that far, I don't think, but I'm... I guess I'm still processing it all, if that makes sense?" Sam was still affected by everything that happened but after so many events in his fairly short lifespan he was getting better at internalizing things, or so he reckoned. "'Sides, gettin' upset won't solve anything, it'd only make things worse, right? That's what I've found in the past anyway." Thoughts of his so-called challenge at the Brownstone over Vanessa flickered in his mind for an instant until he shook his head back and forth a little. "I'll get through it, I have to, no other choice." He looked over at her as they flew, frowning slightly. "How 'bout you though?" Rachel certainly had her own laundry list of problems to work with herself, Sam figured.
“Suppressing. Definitely suppressing,” she shrugged dismissively, then did an aerial loop around Sam before flipping onto her back and doing a lazy backstroke float by – basically forcing the other mutant to spin around if he wanted to keep an eye on her. “Regardless, you’re still ridiculously calm. How do you know you’re not suppressing emotions? I have it on good authority that that is not a good thing, and that sometimes getting upset is good and shows that you’re human. Doing stupid things while upset – now that’s a different matter. ”
She should know.
"I don't, I suppose." Sam had been thinking about talking to someone and knew that he really should; after Genosha, his change in work and lifestyle, and now all of this, it really was something that should be much higher on his list of priorities. "Heh, doing stupid things while upset is a different matter, totally. Been there, done that, have the t-shirt. Do not wanna go back, if I can help it." He rotated to better face his fellow mutant as they flew. "Too much experience with that kinda thing 'helps', I reckon," He added the air quotation marks for emphasis. "Though you're right, I should probably have a sit down with someone, sooner rather than later."
“I like hearing that I’m right,” was all she said as she nodded. Personally, she never put much stock in professional counsellors. But that may be because the made-believe people around her had always, without asking, stepped in to fill that role in her made-believe life. “And I’m glad you’re okay.”
He couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Thanks, and I'm glad you're okay too." Suppressing issues aside, she was, well, alive and in one piece. That in and of itself was hard to wrap his head around, but Sam was grateful for the fact nonetheless.
Rolling her eyes about five seconds into their shared awkward silence, the redhead did another loop around Sam. She had had about enough of serious conversations and painful introspections. “Enough about that. How about you show me some nice sights from the sky? I kinda like being up here.” Technically, she wasn’t flying flying, but rather manipulating chunks of space around herself to move, but who cared, really?
"It really is nice and peaceful up here." Sam agreed. He pointed out the school in the distance behind them. "Y'already know what that is, of course. "And over there..." He continued to point out local landmarks and interesting sites for Rachel's benefit as they continued to soar through the skies, both content to leave the serious talk behind them for the time being.
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