xp_logs | Angelo and Nathan (Reply)

Angelo jumps at the chance to visit, and they get to talk some before Nathan falls asleep.

As soon as Angelo saw the post saying Nathan could have visitors, he made his way to the suite as quickly as he could. Promising Moira he'd keep the visit brief, he knocked on the door to the inner room and waited.

The knock on the door pulled him out of a light doze and Nathan blinked blearily in that direction. Moira wouldn't knock... oh, wait, he remembered. People were allowed to visit now, she'd said that. Someone else, then...

"Come in," he called a bit groggily, pushing himself up a little and then leaned back against the pillows with a sigh.

Angelo walked into the room with a faint smile, looking Nathan over automatically to see how he looked. Tired, was the general impression. "How's it goin'?" he asked quietly, sitting down on the desk chair.

"Mmm.. not sure I know how to answer that," Nathan muttered, trying to focus on Angelo. He'd been at the art exhibit, hadn't he? The details were definitely still fuzzy. "Was wondering... if anyone would come," he went on a bit dimly.

Angelo frowned slightly. "I don't think I'll be the only one. There's others as want to know how you are. An' don't blame you for... it", he finished, taking an educated guess at what Nathan would be thinking.

"Huh..." Nathan raised a hand, rubbing his eyes. "Guess I'd better... pull myself together, then." He was feeling a little anxiety at the thought of kids trooping through here, and it was making him drowsy again.

Angelo noticed this, looking worried. "They won't come all at once", he pointed out. "An' I don't think the Doc'd let more people in here than you can deal with."

"Oh, I know," Nathan said vaguely, letting his hand slide back to the bed. "She told me that... I think she just doesn't want me getting too... comfortable. Longer I hide, harder it'll be to come out..."

Angelo nodded, with a wry grin at the memory of his own time spent hiding. "Last time I did that for too long, back before you got here, Alex an' Shiro kicked me out of the room. I was sharin' with them then, an' when I say kicked, I mean "picked up an' carried". Hidin's not quite the same when you have t'do it in the rec room."

Nathan tilted his head a little, trying to visualize it. "Yeah. I bet..." He caught himself rubbing at his wrist again, the broken one that was still healing and had been aggravated by all his struggling yesterday. The other was bandaged, too. He'd made quite a mess out of both of them, really. "Don't think anyone'll be doing that to me..."

"Not while you're still healin'", Angelo agreed, before continuing half-seriously, "When you're fixed up physically, though, all bets are off. I'm sure Amanda could work up a levitation spell..."

"Not all that banged up physically," Nathan said with a flicker of a smile, raising his good hand to tap at his temple. "Most of the problem's up here."

Angelo nodded, what lightness he'd managed gone now. "Yeah, that figures. You'll get there, though."

"Just tired," Nathan said with a sigh, letting his hand fall again. "Charles did something that makes me fall asleep a lot... it's very irritating."

"He wouldn't've done it if you didn't need it", Angelo reminded him. "Best way t'heal, sometimes."

"Frustrating, still... I still can't think straight most of the time..." Nathan relaxed back against the pillows a little more, his gaze lingering on Angelo. "You were at the art exhibit," he said slowly.

Angelo nodded, not looking away though it took some effort. "Yeah. I was."

"I'm sorry," Nathan murmured, his eyes drooping again. "Can't... have been good to see that."

"You're not the one I'm blamin'", Angelo told him firmly. "It's those bastards at Mistra that should be sorry. Not that I think they are for a minute, 'cept maybe that they lost you again."

"For good this time. I hope..." Charles and Moira had both told him that the conditioning was gone, gone completely. Mistra couldn't start from scratch. Not without killing him...

"So do we all. Among other things", Angelo answered grimly. "That Pete's people find them an' end them, for one."

"Mmm..." Thinking about going after Mistra, even in the intellectual sense, made him tense up. Which made him start drifting off again, and he sighed, surrendering. "Sorry, Angelo..." he murmured, his voice a little slurred. "Like I said. Falling asleep lots.."

Angelo nodded, getting up from his chair. "You sleep. I'll be back some other time, if you like."

"That'd be good," Nathan managed, before everything went pleasantly dim and fuzzy around him and he stopped thinking.