xp_logs | Marie/Garrison: Comas, Breakups and Sexual Politics

BACKDATED: Marie hears the telling notes of Air Supply and goes to see what's wrong with Garrison this time.

It was a typical Kane breakup. Marie had lived through a few of them. It had the darkened room, the painful picking on the guitar, the robe that never quite closed properly and, of course, Air Supply on repeat. The ginger cat came up to give her a sniff as she walked in the room and then ran off to jump on the stuffed moosehead that dominated the living room.

"Welcome to hell, Marie. Actual hell."

Kane would never tolerate pity. Marie wasn't there for that. She was there to give him some comfort, and to hopefully remind him that this too, like so many other times, would pass. Heading to the couch, she sat down and stretched her arms out. "Lay your head on my lap and sing me sad songs."

"How can I play the guitar? I think you're just messing with me."

She rolled her eyes. "And I think you need to stop complaining and let me comfort you. Come on. I'll even let you lay your weary head on my bosom while you sing Gordon Lightfoot songs."

"Damnit. You messed up my issues." That being said, Kane didn't hesitate. "I'm sorry, Marie. I screwed everything up."

Rogue sighed and settled into the couch. Stroking his hair, she shook her head. "No babe, I don't think you did. Didn't she break up with you? How is that your fault?"

"Her powers went out of control. And she could have asked for help but she thinks there's no way you. So do the experts. But... goddamn it. Marie? What do I do?""

"Okay, let's take a deep breath," which she did by way of example. "Let's start at the beginning. What happened?"

"Powers were supercharged. And her sister let me talk to her." Kane's face fell, something she'd seen before. "And she broke up with me."

"What's Emma got to do with anything? I thought she liked you!" Rogue paused. "Okay, at least she tolerated you. I don't think that woman likes anyone."

"It was her telepathy. Adri is locked inside her own head."

Rogue stopped still at that. Adri was living Rogue's biggest nightmare -- power overload. "And that's it? That's all that she wrote? Oh wow, I thought you messed up, but this......this is too much. Poor Adri..."

"We might find a way out tomorrow. Or thirty years from now. Or never. She..." Kane caught a shuddering breath. "-Doesn't want me to wait for her."

"Oh honey..." She didn't know what to say, and sometimes that was okay. Silence was a powerful tool to use in this kind of situation. Instead, she just sat there, and continued to play with his hair. She tried her best to convey good, positive feelings, and she hoped he felt them.

"Yeah... yeah." Kane said. He knew where her stance came from, but it didn't mean it didn't hurt, even if it was her willing to sacrifice for what was best for him. "I've had better days as a couple."

Rogue almost rolled her eyes, but she managed not to. "So what now? What do you need right now?"

"Sex. But I always say that. You know that's not it."

"Hard to take you seriously when that's your standard answer," she laughed, leaning down and nuzzling her forehead on the top of his head. "How about some cuddling instead?"

"You're a good friend." Kane said, pulling back so his eyes met hers. "I mean that. Comfort aside, you've always been there and that's really important to me."

"How could I not be?" Rogue actually felt a little bit offended. "I've been there for everything else, and I'll always be here. Always. Even when I barely remembered you, and you were a jackass to me, I was still around." She thought for a moment. "I shouldn't have brought that up. It's not about me, it's about you. I'm sorry."

"It's alright. We've gone through some incredibly weird shit."

"Life is full of weird shit." She tapped her fingers on his shoulder. "But yeah. This blows. What should we do? Do you need a shit ton of ice cream? Should we go to the bowling alley and laugh at people's lame attempts to look cool while rolling a ball?"

"Bowling alley? You looking for a future husband, Beulah?" He said, but the joke was half hearted. Instead, he just shifted his position against her, taking some of his weight off her. "I don't know what to do. I mean, there's nothing to fight. Nothing to beat. It's whether or not Moira can find a way back for her while I can do exactly nothing to help. I'm not good at nothing."

"Which is good to hear, considering nothingness is at the heart of nihilism, and you don't seem like a 'burn it all' kind of guy. Sometimes."

"Yes, Garrison Kane, a cop on the streets but a radical anarchist in the sheets. I think that's how it goes, right?"

"So .......would an anarchist try to fuck someone in the ear? Because I can see a socialist being all about the person..." She pondered for a bit. "A nihilist would try to create their own hole. A dictator would give nothing but orders...."

"Which makes Marxism what... group sex? Maybe people spell off in turns to make sandwiches and fetch drinks and lube?"

Rogue gave a snort. "I think Communism would be more about group sex. It'd be timed, to make sure everyone's share is equal, and everyone gets exactly one orgasm."

"Well, I think we need to go back to good old Canadian style mixed economy; sex for all but if you're willing to pay for you, you can go to the front of the line with an American."

"Better than the American system: you pay to get fucked over, and at the end, you're stuck with herpes and no medical care to fix it."

"I told you to get your citizenship years ago. MacDonald would have sponsored you."

"I'll just convince Logan to marry me. And if he won't, you will." She lightly punched his shoulder. "Now come on, let's go wallow at Harry's or something. We can start thinking of philosophical models of sex next. I bet existentialism masturbation would be amazing."

"Ah, I remember that class. I wank, therefore I am."