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xp_logs Sue checks on Warren after his break from Bobbi
A locked door meant many things, it could mean I'm not in right now, it could mean I'm busy right now or it could mean I don't want to talk to anyone right now. Whatever the meaning behind it it was a solid impassable obstacle...for most people. On the other hand, Sue could think of at least 3 ways she could open the door without anyone knowing that she had. 3 ways not including the golden key clasped in her fingers. This was, she knew a breach of privacy but....ok so she couldn't even say that with a straight face in her head. This though, this was more important than that. Warren had gone missing, and the only reason he'd ever just vanish was if he were dead...or if something else horrible had happened. Well either that or he had gone on holiday or had gotten obsessed by something else. Although," Sue's nose wrinkled as she pushed open the door, "from the smell of it he might just have died. "Warren...you in there? Wakey wakey, I'm coming in so throw on some underwear at least."
Warren had pulled it together long enough on Sunday to put things into motion, but the second Lorna and he had signed those documents, it was back to the bottle, and back to squalor. Sue's voice seemed slightly out of place, her upbeat lilt reminding him that there was sunshine somewhere. Just not in here. "I have underwear," he called out from under his nest of blankets and pillows on the couch. "I have an outfit too." He took a pause. "I think I spilled booze on me. I was aiming for my mouth but my chest got in the way. Damn you perfect pecs...always causing problems."
The young blonde tentatively took another step into the apartment, nose wrinkling as she peered around the doorframe to stare at her friend as he lay wrapped in his cocoon of blankets, her blue eyes scrunching up as she arched a questioning eyebrow at him. "See, this is what I get for not running a camera at all times, you're never going to say that again. Think of all the teasing materi..." Sue's voice trailed off as she saw the miserable aura which seemed to surround her friend. "Warren...blankets are not an outfit, you're not a ghost...except during Halloween." Slowly padding across the room to perch on the edge of the couch opposite the man Sue reached out a finger to poke a finger at the lump that made up Warren's body. "Ok, first we're getting you a bath, what the hell happened to you?"
"It's all Jean's fault," Warren mumbled. "And I hate baths. Unless it's a sponge bath by a sexy nurse that isn't Jean. " He peeked up at Sue and sighed. "Please tell me you have coffee. I think my blood is part whiskey now."
The young woman's gaze swept past Warren to peer into his kitchen for a moment before the blue orbs settled on him. "I'll tell you what, if you promise to have a shower then I promise I'll get you all the coffee you could ever want...and maybe a new set of pyjamas." She skewered him with a questioning look, "So...Jean?"
Warren gave a dismissive wave and a growl as he managed to somehow extricate himself from his blankets. Once his nose hit the fresh air, he made a face. "I think I need new blankets too," he commented as nonchalantly as possible considering the circumstances. His entire living room smelled like a brewery, and he realized slowly that he hadn't seen Luz in a few days. She must have wisely decided to leave him alone. "And Jean threw herself at me, so this is all her fault. I mean, I get I'm irresistible, but damnit, she should've known better."
"It's all I can do to calm my beating heart and stop it from throwing me at you right now," Sue responded offhandedly as she made a squeezing motion in the air, the blanket lifting on the end of an invisible clamp. she slowly maneuovered the offending blanket out of the room before sticking her head back in. "Wait what?! Jean, I thought you and the doctor were all done and she...let me guess, you didn't exactly say no to the redhead's attention?"
"When have I ever said no to anything?" Warren was genuinely confused by Sue's question. Getting up, he reached for his shirt, and sighed. "I'm going to shower ... can you help me with my wings later?"
"As I recall," Sue's voice echoed back from Warren's kitchen as the bubbling sound of boiling water filled the apartment, "I seem to recall you being very good at saying no to my nanny when she said it was time for you go back to your cabin." Ok so maybe it was more recollected stories and a vague remembrance, "I get to help with the wings, and get free coffee, how could I say no." Her voice trailed off for a moment before a softer voice echoed out, "You know, if she threw herself at you...then more of the blame is on her. I mean she knows you and still did that? And more importantly she knows Bobbi and she did that."
Warren almost said something he regretted. Pitting the blame on Jean was such a good idea, and would absolve him of everything which is how he liked things and boy was a part of him wanting to say something. He wisely kept his tongue though and he decided it would be better to shower and then talk to Sue.
20 minutes later, he came out of his room, baggy sweats, no socks, no shirt, and a towel draped around his shoulders. Following his nose to the kitchen, he closed his eyes and inhaled the delightful smell. "Oh coffee. Why are you so amazing?" Peeking one eye open, he grinned. "And you too, Sue. The maker of coffee. I'd kiss you but then I'd be worried you'd throw yourself at me again, and Bobbi would be even MORE pissed off."
The blonde laughed, pointing Warren at a nearby stool, sliding him a steaming mug of coffee, the smell of the brew filling the kitchen as she turned away from him for a moment. In short order a plate with two toasted bagels slid to a stop infront of the man. "There you go, I figure we could start you off on something light and get some food in your stomach." Cupping her own coffee between her fingers the young woman took a sip of her coffee before flashing a smile at Warren, "Oh please, Bobbi is Miss come lately, I've been throwing myself at you since I was like 4 years old, do you really think I'm planning on stopping now? You think she really cares about that?"
Warren shrugged. "I don't know. Obviously I'm a bad judge of what makes her happy and what makes her upset." He sighed and was quiet for a moment. "You think I can fix this, Sue?"
THat was...unusual. Normally Warren rose to her bait with humour of his own but this time, it really seemed like this was really getting to him. Silently the young woman padded around the table, slipping her arms around her friend's back as she pulled him into a hug from behind. "I...honestly, I don't know Warren, I mean I've had some pretty spectacular crashes but...I don't think anything is truly unfixable if you're willing to spend time and effort fixing it."
He sighed heavily and dropped his head to the island. "I thought you'd say something like that," he mumbled into the marble top. His forehead felt cool against the surface, and he stayed there for a little while longer before finally lifting his head. "Okay. Let's do this. I'll take Sue Storm's crash course on how to be a normal human being. What's my first step?"
"Well step one, you let me preen your wings and then we get you some clothes that don't make you look like you're lazing around your house and don't care then we're going to go and do productive things. Start a charity, have a work meeting, go an talk to Bobbi. Maybe she hates you, maybe she doesn't but we won't know until we go to talk to her. We'll go out and do it together. First lesson of Sue Storm's life on being a normal human, you're never alone when you have friends and family around to go through things with you."
Warren finally gave his first smile of the day. Sue would fix this. Of course she would. "You're the best," he said, his wings folding out a little. It was like they knew they were being talked about. "I agree with everything. I'll always have you, Sue."
A locked door meant many things, it could mean I'm not in right now, it could mean I'm busy right now or it could mean I don't want to talk to anyone right now. Whatever the meaning behind it it was a solid impassable obstacle...for most people. On the other hand, Sue could think of at least 3 ways she could open the door without anyone knowing that she had. 3 ways not including the golden key clasped in her fingers. This was, she knew a breach of privacy but....ok so she couldn't even say that with a straight face in her head. This though, this was more important than that. Warren had gone missing, and the only reason he'd ever just vanish was if he were dead...or if something else horrible had happened. Well either that or he had gone on holiday or had gotten obsessed by something else. Although," Sue's nose wrinkled as she pushed open the door, "from the smell of it he might just have died. "Warren...you in there? Wakey wakey, I'm coming in so throw on some underwear at least."
Warren had pulled it together long enough on Sunday to put things into motion, but the second Lorna and he had signed those documents, it was back to the bottle, and back to squalor. Sue's voice seemed slightly out of place, her upbeat lilt reminding him that there was sunshine somewhere. Just not in here. "I have underwear," he called out from under his nest of blankets and pillows on the couch. "I have an outfit too." He took a pause. "I think I spilled booze on me. I was aiming for my mouth but my chest got in the way. Damn you perfect pecs...always causing problems."
The young blonde tentatively took another step into the apartment, nose wrinkling as she peered around the doorframe to stare at her friend as he lay wrapped in his cocoon of blankets, her blue eyes scrunching up as she arched a questioning eyebrow at him. "See, this is what I get for not running a camera at all times, you're never going to say that again. Think of all the teasing materi..." Sue's voice trailed off as she saw the miserable aura which seemed to surround her friend. "Warren...blankets are not an outfit, you're not a ghost...except during Halloween." Slowly padding across the room to perch on the edge of the couch opposite the man Sue reached out a finger to poke a finger at the lump that made up Warren's body. "Ok, first we're getting you a bath, what the hell happened to you?"
"It's all Jean's fault," Warren mumbled. "And I hate baths. Unless it's a sponge bath by a sexy nurse that isn't Jean. " He peeked up at Sue and sighed. "Please tell me you have coffee. I think my blood is part whiskey now."
The young woman's gaze swept past Warren to peer into his kitchen for a moment before the blue orbs settled on him. "I'll tell you what, if you promise to have a shower then I promise I'll get you all the coffee you could ever want...and maybe a new set of pyjamas." She skewered him with a questioning look, "So...Jean?"
Warren gave a dismissive wave and a growl as he managed to somehow extricate himself from his blankets. Once his nose hit the fresh air, he made a face. "I think I need new blankets too," he commented as nonchalantly as possible considering the circumstances. His entire living room smelled like a brewery, and he realized slowly that he hadn't seen Luz in a few days. She must have wisely decided to leave him alone. "And Jean threw herself at me, so this is all her fault. I mean, I get I'm irresistible, but damnit, she should've known better."
"It's all I can do to calm my beating heart and stop it from throwing me at you right now," Sue responded offhandedly as she made a squeezing motion in the air, the blanket lifting on the end of an invisible clamp. she slowly maneuovered the offending blanket out of the room before sticking her head back in. "Wait what?! Jean, I thought you and the doctor were all done and she...let me guess, you didn't exactly say no to the redhead's attention?"
"When have I ever said no to anything?" Warren was genuinely confused by Sue's question. Getting up, he reached for his shirt, and sighed. "I'm going to shower ... can you help me with my wings later?"
"As I recall," Sue's voice echoed back from Warren's kitchen as the bubbling sound of boiling water filled the apartment, "I seem to recall you being very good at saying no to my nanny when she said it was time for you go back to your cabin." Ok so maybe it was more recollected stories and a vague remembrance, "I get to help with the wings, and get free coffee, how could I say no." Her voice trailed off for a moment before a softer voice echoed out, "You know, if she threw herself at you...then more of the blame is on her. I mean she knows you and still did that? And more importantly she knows Bobbi and she did that."
Warren almost said something he regretted. Pitting the blame on Jean was such a good idea, and would absolve him of everything which is how he liked things and boy was a part of him wanting to say something. He wisely kept his tongue though and he decided it would be better to shower and then talk to Sue.
20 minutes later, he came out of his room, baggy sweats, no socks, no shirt, and a towel draped around his shoulders. Following his nose to the kitchen, he closed his eyes and inhaled the delightful smell. "Oh coffee. Why are you so amazing?" Peeking one eye open, he grinned. "And you too, Sue. The maker of coffee. I'd kiss you but then I'd be worried you'd throw yourself at me again, and Bobbi would be even MORE pissed off."
The blonde laughed, pointing Warren at a nearby stool, sliding him a steaming mug of coffee, the smell of the brew filling the kitchen as she turned away from him for a moment. In short order a plate with two toasted bagels slid to a stop infront of the man. "There you go, I figure we could start you off on something light and get some food in your stomach." Cupping her own coffee between her fingers the young woman took a sip of her coffee before flashing a smile at Warren, "Oh please, Bobbi is Miss come lately, I've been throwing myself at you since I was like 4 years old, do you really think I'm planning on stopping now? You think she really cares about that?"
Warren shrugged. "I don't know. Obviously I'm a bad judge of what makes her happy and what makes her upset." He sighed and was quiet for a moment. "You think I can fix this, Sue?"
THat was...unusual. Normally Warren rose to her bait with humour of his own but this time, it really seemed like this was really getting to him. Silently the young woman padded around the table, slipping her arms around her friend's back as she pulled him into a hug from behind. "I...honestly, I don't know Warren, I mean I've had some pretty spectacular crashes but...I don't think anything is truly unfixable if you're willing to spend time and effort fixing it."
He sighed heavily and dropped his head to the island. "I thought you'd say something like that," he mumbled into the marble top. His forehead felt cool against the surface, and he stayed there for a little while longer before finally lifting his head. "Okay. Let's do this. I'll take Sue Storm's crash course on how to be a normal human being. What's my first step?"
"Well step one, you let me preen your wings and then we get you some clothes that don't make you look like you're lazing around your house and don't care then we're going to go and do productive things. Start a charity, have a work meeting, go an talk to Bobbi. Maybe she hates you, maybe she doesn't but we won't know until we go to talk to her. We'll go out and do it together. First lesson of Sue Storm's life on being a normal human, you're never alone when you have friends and family around to go through things with you."
Warren finally gave his first smile of the day. Sue would fix this. Of course she would. "You're the best," he said, his wings folding out a little. It was like they knew they were being talked about. "I agree with everything. I'll always have you, Sue."
