Nathan and Wanda, Monday morning
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xp_logsAfter Nathan's released from medlab, Wanda finds him struggling to manage the stairs and helps him up to his suite. Finding out what happened, she tries to talk some sense into him, with mixed results.
He was beginning to rethink the whole 'turning down the healing spell' thing. Just a little. Nathan paused on the stairs, closing his eyes for a moment. The house was spinning again.
"One at a time," he muttered a bit feebly and started upwards again. Hauling himself upwards using the bannister was not an option. His shoulders hurt almost as badly as his head did. Showering was going to be interesting, with the bruises...
"Nathan?" Wanda peered up at him, concerned, from a few steps down. "You look like you've been run over. Repeatedly." Trotting up the stairs until she was next to him, she frowned and then slipped an arm under his shoulders. "Come on, I take it you were going to your rooms? Have the doctors taken a look at you because, honestly, if they haven't, you really should be heading down. Not up."
"Just got released from the medlab," Nathan said groggily, leaning on her without really thinking about pride or anything silly like that. "I think Maddie was... I don't know what Maddie was thinking, actually. My brain hurts."
Taking a second to steady herself, he was far heavier than she had expected, she started walking with him, one stair at a time. "What did you do?" she asked, hoping it was only a head injury. She didn't want to hurt his ribs if they were the ones that were injured. "How much was it her letting you out and how much was it you demanding to be let out?"
"I told Amanda no healing spell," Nathan said, wincing as her arm pressed against the bruised area. "So there's not much else they can do for me. I'm supposed to go rest..."
"And you are doing such a wonderful job at avoiding the real question," Wanda murmured, shifting her hold slightly at the wince.
Nathan swallowed. He wasn't sure just how much everyone knew about what had happened. "Jono... we had an accident in our training session."
"I did not realize you were in there. Scott did make mention of it in his journal but I did--here we are." Reaching forward, she nudged the door open and helped Nathan inside. "You are going to be laying on the couch. Resting. And I did not realize anyone else was in the room with him during the accident."
Nathan sighed as she helped him over to the couch. "Just his incompetent teacher," he murmured. Over in her cage, Bella cooed softly. As if she knew he wasn't feeling well. "Wanda?" he asked, blinking up at her. "Have you met my bird?"
"Bird?" Turning around, she blinked at the very blue bird that was eyeing her curiously. "No, I haven't. Well, isn't _she_ pretty?" She would get back to the topic on hand as soon as possible. 'Incompetent'? Plus the fleeing from MedLab? Someone had some massive amounts of guilt.
"Pretty!" Bella chirped, rattling the bars of her cage lightly. "Naaate?"
"Not right now, feathers," Nathan said with a sigh. "If you try sleeping on my head right now it'd hurt too much."
"She looks like she has been in there a while. I could take her for some exercise when I head out?"
"All night," Nathan murmured. Bella cooed again, almost sorrowfully. "Could you? She behaves pretty well... she'd just sit on your shoulder and make snarky comments at people."
"I think I'm going to like her." With a sigh, Wanda settled herself on the other side of the sofa. Propping up her head with an arm, she eyed Nathan. "You look like hell," she said casually. "You also look like a man who has spent a great deal of time beating up on himself."
Nathan swallowed. "That obvious, huh?" he asked with a very wan smile. "Most of last night. While I was conscious, at least. Which was often, because Maddie and Moira kept coming by to wake me up every hour."
"Funny how that works with concussions." She paused and thought about what she had heard about Jono and his mutation. "I...heard that he was breaking up, that his body was fragmenting? Would you feel better if he had blown up without your tutelage?"
"No!" Nathan protested immediately, a bit too loudly. His own voice hurt his head. That was pretty damned pitiful. He winced, rubbing at the back of his neck - it still hurt, too - and tried to focus on answering Wanda's question. "He's a good kid," he said hoarsely. "I've gotten to know him since we've been working together... I would have hated to see this happen to him under any conditions."
"And yet you spend most of your waking hours guilting yourself into even more of a worse state than you were in." Thoughtful brown eyes regarded him quietly. "Nathan logic is NOT earth logic, you realize this, right? You were working with him and you gave him a chance, which is more than he would have had without it."
"A chance to do what?" Nathan asked tiredly. He hadn't been prepared to have this discussion so soon. His defenses weren't all in order again yet. "Explode and wind up a ball of psi-energy? It's pretty simple, Wanda. I did... something wrong--" Even if he still wasn't sure what. "--and he blew up."
Wanda rolled her eyes at him. "~Idiot,~", she muttered darkly. "I do not claim to know you all that well, Nathan, but you are an intelligent man from what I've seen. And from what everyone says about you. How can you be so...so...dili!" The english word slipped her for a second and she sighed again. "Facts, Nathan. Would he have blown up without you? From what I hear, yes. Sooner, actually."
"I don't know what I did," Nathan said restlessly. "I can't remember properly what happened just before the explosion..."
"Have you talked to Jono?"
Nathan flinched even at the thought. But he would have to... no backing out. Not if there was something more that could be done. "Maddie just let me out of the medlab. I'm supposed to rest," he said, unconsciously repeating himself. "But... soon. I'll have to. Except I can't hear the Askani right now..."
"Well, you do have a concussion," Wanda pointed out, voice gentling a little. He sounded like someone had just kicked his puppy to death. "Can you still feel them, though? Is that how it works? Maybe they're being quiet because your head hurts?"
"They're buzzing," he said, raising an unsteady hand to rub his eyes. "Like they did the week I didn't sleep... but I'm still talking English, aren't I? If I'm still talking English I can't be blurring into them..."
"You're not making much sense, especially with the guilt, but at least it is English. And once everyone has settled down, you and I need to start on our little project. But I would prefer to work with nonconcussed Nathan, if it is all the same to you."
"It'll go away," Nathan said, trying to smile at her again. "The concussion, I mean. Even if I turned down Amanda's spell." He sighed, sinking his too-heavy head into his hands for a moment. "She... I'm going to have to apologize or something. Hurt her feelings."
"You turned down a perfectly good healing spell?" Wanda sounded incredulous. "You are lucky you're dealing with Amanda. My healer would have simply guilted you into accepting it."
"I shouldn't--" He stopped, swallowed. "She doesn't have inexhaustible resources," he said hoarsely. "She ought to be saving it for people who really need it. There are certainly enough of those around here..."
"Nathan Dayspring, you are talking to someone who grew up with a herbal witch," she said slowly, to make him understand. "A healing spell to treat a concussion? Even to a beginner, or one under stress? Pfft! Someone's pride is getting in the way." There was a lengthy pause. "Or their guilt."
"Maybe I just think I ought to be waiting this out the natural way," Nathan muttered, his shoulders hunching at Wanda's calm, yet fierce tone. "So I learn my lesson. I'm--" He bit his lip, his eyes stinging. "I just can't... do anything about any of this. It's there, and it's too much." Moving forward was all well and good, but it only worked if you managed to get out from under.
"I agree--you need to clear your head from this. Too close to it to think clearly right now. Everything is tied together so fiercely here." Shaking her head, she glanced over at Bella and then at Nathan again. "Nate...this was not your fault."
Nathan stared across at Bella for a moment, then looked back at Wanda. "I don't believe that," he said wearily. "I just don't. My student, my responsibility. And that's not even touching on all the other possible consequences..." His jaw trembled and he clenched it. "I really just... I'm so tired of trying to help these kids and screwing up so badly."
"Where would they be without the guidance, though?" she murmured, eyes closing slightly. "Is it better to try and fail with them or not try and watch them fail on their own? One is harder on you...us soon enough...the other, harder on them. It is a Catch-22 of large proporations."
"I'm so tired of this place," Nathan said suddenly, then flinched as Wanda opened her eyes and blinked at him. "Ever since August, I've been telling myself to stick it out, to pull myself back together... and I'm tired of it."
"So leave."
"I can't." He stared at Bella, shifting restlessly in her cage. "I quite literally can't."
"What on earth...ah. Dr. MacTaggart?"
"Not just Moira." Nathan took a deep, shaky breath. "The kids. I love these kids, Wanda. I may be a fuck-up, but I can't run away from the responsibility. Then there's the team..." He laughed a bit hollowly. "Although, apparently, concussions class as spraining your brain. At this rate I should be on active status sometime in 2010. I'm such a joke, you know."
"Be grateful you have a concussion right now or I would hit you. Do you wallow often or is this a special case?" With a grunt, Wanda got up and stretched her legs, still shaking her head. "You feel badly about Jono, I can understand. But consider how he must feel right now. You need to rest and rethink your situation because you won't be able to help him at all in this situation." She snorted at the look he gave her. "Please, how do _you_ think he would feel if the person he was working with suddenly refused to work with him after all of this?"
"I told you I don't run away from my responsibilities," Nathan muttered, trying not to flinch at the thought of Manuel. "I'll do what I have to do."
"You realize that if you keep thinking that you are a fuck up, that you will continue to be one? At least in your own mind? We are what we make ourselves to be, Nate."
Nathan looked up at her. "You haven't gotten to my file yet, have you?" he asked with a certain amount of bleak humor. "I didn't do much making of myself, Wanda."
"Then start? And yes, I have." She glanced over at him, lips turning up slightly. "I'm nearly done with the reading Scott gave me and your file was on top of the pile. You have been given a fresh start! Use it!"
"There are times I grab that fresh start with both hands," Nathan said after a moment, "and times I just can't, Wanda." He shifted back on the couch, not meeting her eyes. "I'll snap out of it," he said finally, abruptly. "I always do."
She wondered vaguely if he needed to be on anti-depressants, or something very similar. "I sincerely hope your fiancee can help you put your head back in order," Wanda murmured, walking over to the cage. "Hello, precious, do you want out?"
Bella cooed. "Pretty?" She craned her head around and regarded Nathan. "Naaate? Pretty? Go?"
"Wanda," Nathan said, then smiled a bit weakly as Wanda gave him an inquiring look. "Just introducing you."
"Wan-dah!" Bella chirped and bounced on her perch, bobbing her head.
Giggling, she opened up the cage and held out an arm. "She's adorable. And intelligent. Does she speak Rom, yet?"
"No," Nathan said, unable to help another faint smile. "Swears in seven other languages, though. Don't you, feathers?"
"Nate!" The bird jumped from the cage onto Wanda's arm. "Naaate," she cooed, climbing up to Wanda's shoulder. "Wan-dah?"
"Yes, Wanda. Hmm, shall we make it eight?" There was a hint of mischief in her voice and Wanda reached up to pet Bella lightly on the head.
The smile that stole across Nathan's face then was a lot closer to his usual expression. "More profanity is always a good thing."
"I know how to curse in a good many other languages as well. Ooo, I have a mission."
Nathan almost laughed - and then sighed, his smile turning a little wry. "Wanda," he said more quietly. "I'm sorry."
Peering around Bella, Wanda smiled faintly. "For what?"
"Treating you to one of my downward spirals." He rubbed at the back of his neck again, giving her a faintly sheepish look. "I've never been the most emotionally stable person, since my conditioning broke the first time, and after August... my emotions used to be artificially compartmentalized. They aren't anymore. It just... builds up, sometimes."
"I understand," she murmured, petting Bella some more. "I do, really. I have to be careful with my emotions, sometimes. If I do not meditate or eat properly, my power seeps out a bit and affects how _I_ am and not just my surroundings. It has taken over twelve years for me to get to this point and, really, you are just starting out. Away from what bound you before."
Nathan couldn't help a grateful look, thinking about the parallel and how much sense it did make. "It's been..." He felt a brief, cold shock as he remembered the date. "A few days short of three months."
"Then give yourself some slack before you burst." She thought about something for a second. "Would you like to join me in my meditations? I normally do them once in the morning and once at night, in the green house."
"I have--" Nathan paused, troubled. "I'm supposed to be meditating every day. With everything that's been happening..." He stopped, then smiled wearily in lieu of shaking his head. "You know," he said, "I'd love to."
The smile Wanda gave him was bright and cheerful. "I look forward to it. But for now, _you_ need to rest. I will take our friend here out for some air and then let her explore my room for the night. I have slept with worse, that is for certain."
"You be good, Bella," Nathan told the bird.
"Good! Naaaate, sleep!" Bella twittered, then nibbled on Wanda's hair.
Giggling, Wanda headed out, throwing another encouraging smile over her shoulder as she left. "Can you say ~mentally challenged~?" she murmured as she shut the door behind her.
He was beginning to rethink the whole 'turning down the healing spell' thing. Just a little. Nathan paused on the stairs, closing his eyes for a moment. The house was spinning again.
"One at a time," he muttered a bit feebly and started upwards again. Hauling himself upwards using the bannister was not an option. His shoulders hurt almost as badly as his head did. Showering was going to be interesting, with the bruises...
"Nathan?" Wanda peered up at him, concerned, from a few steps down. "You look like you've been run over. Repeatedly." Trotting up the stairs until she was next to him, she frowned and then slipped an arm under his shoulders. "Come on, I take it you were going to your rooms? Have the doctors taken a look at you because, honestly, if they haven't, you really should be heading down. Not up."
"Just got released from the medlab," Nathan said groggily, leaning on her without really thinking about pride or anything silly like that. "I think Maddie was... I don't know what Maddie was thinking, actually. My brain hurts."
Taking a second to steady herself, he was far heavier than she had expected, she started walking with him, one stair at a time. "What did you do?" she asked, hoping it was only a head injury. She didn't want to hurt his ribs if they were the ones that were injured. "How much was it her letting you out and how much was it you demanding to be let out?"
"I told Amanda no healing spell," Nathan said, wincing as her arm pressed against the bruised area. "So there's not much else they can do for me. I'm supposed to go rest..."
"And you are doing such a wonderful job at avoiding the real question," Wanda murmured, shifting her hold slightly at the wince.
Nathan swallowed. He wasn't sure just how much everyone knew about what had happened. "Jono... we had an accident in our training session."
"I did not realize you were in there. Scott did make mention of it in his journal but I did--here we are." Reaching forward, she nudged the door open and helped Nathan inside. "You are going to be laying on the couch. Resting. And I did not realize anyone else was in the room with him during the accident."
Nathan sighed as she helped him over to the couch. "Just his incompetent teacher," he murmured. Over in her cage, Bella cooed softly. As if she knew he wasn't feeling well. "Wanda?" he asked, blinking up at her. "Have you met my bird?"
"Bird?" Turning around, she blinked at the very blue bird that was eyeing her curiously. "No, I haven't. Well, isn't _she_ pretty?" She would get back to the topic on hand as soon as possible. 'Incompetent'? Plus the fleeing from MedLab? Someone had some massive amounts of guilt.
"Pretty!" Bella chirped, rattling the bars of her cage lightly. "Naaate?"
"Not right now, feathers," Nathan said with a sigh. "If you try sleeping on my head right now it'd hurt too much."
"She looks like she has been in there a while. I could take her for some exercise when I head out?"
"All night," Nathan murmured. Bella cooed again, almost sorrowfully. "Could you? She behaves pretty well... she'd just sit on your shoulder and make snarky comments at people."
"I think I'm going to like her." With a sigh, Wanda settled herself on the other side of the sofa. Propping up her head with an arm, she eyed Nathan. "You look like hell," she said casually. "You also look like a man who has spent a great deal of time beating up on himself."
Nathan swallowed. "That obvious, huh?" he asked with a very wan smile. "Most of last night. While I was conscious, at least. Which was often, because Maddie and Moira kept coming by to wake me up every hour."
"Funny how that works with concussions." She paused and thought about what she had heard about Jono and his mutation. "I...heard that he was breaking up, that his body was fragmenting? Would you feel better if he had blown up without your tutelage?"
"No!" Nathan protested immediately, a bit too loudly. His own voice hurt his head. That was pretty damned pitiful. He winced, rubbing at the back of his neck - it still hurt, too - and tried to focus on answering Wanda's question. "He's a good kid," he said hoarsely. "I've gotten to know him since we've been working together... I would have hated to see this happen to him under any conditions."
"And yet you spend most of your waking hours guilting yourself into even more of a worse state than you were in." Thoughtful brown eyes regarded him quietly. "Nathan logic is NOT earth logic, you realize this, right? You were working with him and you gave him a chance, which is more than he would have had without it."
"A chance to do what?" Nathan asked tiredly. He hadn't been prepared to have this discussion so soon. His defenses weren't all in order again yet. "Explode and wind up a ball of psi-energy? It's pretty simple, Wanda. I did... something wrong--" Even if he still wasn't sure what. "--and he blew up."
Wanda rolled her eyes at him. "~Idiot,~", she muttered darkly. "I do not claim to know you all that well, Nathan, but you are an intelligent man from what I've seen. And from what everyone says about you. How can you be so...so...dili!" The english word slipped her for a second and she sighed again. "Facts, Nathan. Would he have blown up without you? From what I hear, yes. Sooner, actually."
"I don't know what I did," Nathan said restlessly. "I can't remember properly what happened just before the explosion..."
"Have you talked to Jono?"
Nathan flinched even at the thought. But he would have to... no backing out. Not if there was something more that could be done. "Maddie just let me out of the medlab. I'm supposed to rest," he said, unconsciously repeating himself. "But... soon. I'll have to. Except I can't hear the Askani right now..."
"Well, you do have a concussion," Wanda pointed out, voice gentling a little. He sounded like someone had just kicked his puppy to death. "Can you still feel them, though? Is that how it works? Maybe they're being quiet because your head hurts?"
"They're buzzing," he said, raising an unsteady hand to rub his eyes. "Like they did the week I didn't sleep... but I'm still talking English, aren't I? If I'm still talking English I can't be blurring into them..."
"You're not making much sense, especially with the guilt, but at least it is English. And once everyone has settled down, you and I need to start on our little project. But I would prefer to work with nonconcussed Nathan, if it is all the same to you."
"It'll go away," Nathan said, trying to smile at her again. "The concussion, I mean. Even if I turned down Amanda's spell." He sighed, sinking his too-heavy head into his hands for a moment. "She... I'm going to have to apologize or something. Hurt her feelings."
"You turned down a perfectly good healing spell?" Wanda sounded incredulous. "You are lucky you're dealing with Amanda. My healer would have simply guilted you into accepting it."
"I shouldn't--" He stopped, swallowed. "She doesn't have inexhaustible resources," he said hoarsely. "She ought to be saving it for people who really need it. There are certainly enough of those around here..."
"Nathan Dayspring, you are talking to someone who grew up with a herbal witch," she said slowly, to make him understand. "A healing spell to treat a concussion? Even to a beginner, or one under stress? Pfft! Someone's pride is getting in the way." There was a lengthy pause. "Or their guilt."
"Maybe I just think I ought to be waiting this out the natural way," Nathan muttered, his shoulders hunching at Wanda's calm, yet fierce tone. "So I learn my lesson. I'm--" He bit his lip, his eyes stinging. "I just can't... do anything about any of this. It's there, and it's too much." Moving forward was all well and good, but it only worked if you managed to get out from under.
"I agree--you need to clear your head from this. Too close to it to think clearly right now. Everything is tied together so fiercely here." Shaking her head, she glanced over at Bella and then at Nathan again. "Nate...this was not your fault."
Nathan stared across at Bella for a moment, then looked back at Wanda. "I don't believe that," he said wearily. "I just don't. My student, my responsibility. And that's not even touching on all the other possible consequences..." His jaw trembled and he clenched it. "I really just... I'm so tired of trying to help these kids and screwing up so badly."
"Where would they be without the guidance, though?" she murmured, eyes closing slightly. "Is it better to try and fail with them or not try and watch them fail on their own? One is harder on you...us soon enough...the other, harder on them. It is a Catch-22 of large proporations."
"I'm so tired of this place," Nathan said suddenly, then flinched as Wanda opened her eyes and blinked at him. "Ever since August, I've been telling myself to stick it out, to pull myself back together... and I'm tired of it."
"So leave."
"I can't." He stared at Bella, shifting restlessly in her cage. "I quite literally can't."
"What on earth...ah. Dr. MacTaggart?"
"Not just Moira." Nathan took a deep, shaky breath. "The kids. I love these kids, Wanda. I may be a fuck-up, but I can't run away from the responsibility. Then there's the team..." He laughed a bit hollowly. "Although, apparently, concussions class as spraining your brain. At this rate I should be on active status sometime in 2010. I'm such a joke, you know."
"Be grateful you have a concussion right now or I would hit you. Do you wallow often or is this a special case?" With a grunt, Wanda got up and stretched her legs, still shaking her head. "You feel badly about Jono, I can understand. But consider how he must feel right now. You need to rest and rethink your situation because you won't be able to help him at all in this situation." She snorted at the look he gave her. "Please, how do _you_ think he would feel if the person he was working with suddenly refused to work with him after all of this?"
"I told you I don't run away from my responsibilities," Nathan muttered, trying not to flinch at the thought of Manuel. "I'll do what I have to do."
"You realize that if you keep thinking that you are a fuck up, that you will continue to be one? At least in your own mind? We are what we make ourselves to be, Nate."
Nathan looked up at her. "You haven't gotten to my file yet, have you?" he asked with a certain amount of bleak humor. "I didn't do much making of myself, Wanda."
"Then start? And yes, I have." She glanced over at him, lips turning up slightly. "I'm nearly done with the reading Scott gave me and your file was on top of the pile. You have been given a fresh start! Use it!"
"There are times I grab that fresh start with both hands," Nathan said after a moment, "and times I just can't, Wanda." He shifted back on the couch, not meeting her eyes. "I'll snap out of it," he said finally, abruptly. "I always do."
She wondered vaguely if he needed to be on anti-depressants, or something very similar. "I sincerely hope your fiancee can help you put your head back in order," Wanda murmured, walking over to the cage. "Hello, precious, do you want out?"
Bella cooed. "Pretty?" She craned her head around and regarded Nathan. "Naaate? Pretty? Go?"
"Wanda," Nathan said, then smiled a bit weakly as Wanda gave him an inquiring look. "Just introducing you."
"Wan-dah!" Bella chirped and bounced on her perch, bobbing her head.
Giggling, she opened up the cage and held out an arm. "She's adorable. And intelligent. Does she speak Rom, yet?"
"No," Nathan said, unable to help another faint smile. "Swears in seven other languages, though. Don't you, feathers?"
"Nate!" The bird jumped from the cage onto Wanda's arm. "Naaate," she cooed, climbing up to Wanda's shoulder. "Wan-dah?"
"Yes, Wanda. Hmm, shall we make it eight?" There was a hint of mischief in her voice and Wanda reached up to pet Bella lightly on the head.
The smile that stole across Nathan's face then was a lot closer to his usual expression. "More profanity is always a good thing."
"I know how to curse in a good many other languages as well. Ooo, I have a mission."
Nathan almost laughed - and then sighed, his smile turning a little wry. "Wanda," he said more quietly. "I'm sorry."
Peering around Bella, Wanda smiled faintly. "For what?"
"Treating you to one of my downward spirals." He rubbed at the back of his neck again, giving her a faintly sheepish look. "I've never been the most emotionally stable person, since my conditioning broke the first time, and after August... my emotions used to be artificially compartmentalized. They aren't anymore. It just... builds up, sometimes."
"I understand," she murmured, petting Bella some more. "I do, really. I have to be careful with my emotions, sometimes. If I do not meditate or eat properly, my power seeps out a bit and affects how _I_ am and not just my surroundings. It has taken over twelve years for me to get to this point and, really, you are just starting out. Away from what bound you before."
Nathan couldn't help a grateful look, thinking about the parallel and how much sense it did make. "It's been..." He felt a brief, cold shock as he remembered the date. "A few days short of three months."
"Then give yourself some slack before you burst." She thought about something for a second. "Would you like to join me in my meditations? I normally do them once in the morning and once at night, in the green house."
"I have--" Nathan paused, troubled. "I'm supposed to be meditating every day. With everything that's been happening..." He stopped, then smiled wearily in lieu of shaking his head. "You know," he said, "I'd love to."
The smile Wanda gave him was bright and cheerful. "I look forward to it. But for now, _you_ need to rest. I will take our friend here out for some air and then let her explore my room for the night. I have slept with worse, that is for certain."
"You be good, Bella," Nathan told the bird.
"Good! Naaaate, sleep!" Bella twittered, then nibbled on Wanda's hair.
Giggling, Wanda headed out, throwing another encouraging smile over her shoulder as she left. "Can you say ~mentally challenged~?" she murmured as she shut the door behind her.
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Date: 2004-11-15 07:06 am (UTC)Ahem.
Jono would be amused.
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Date: 2004-11-15 07:09 am (UTC)I bet Pete knows some interesting variations...
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Date: 2004-11-15 07:41 am (UTC)He did briefly experiment with keeping scorpions when he was younger, mostly to give him an interesting and cool pet to help him impress the daft kind of goth girls he was chasing at the time, but gave that up when they escaped, and he spent two very nervous days hunting for them in the squat he was living in at the time.
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Date: 2004-11-15 07:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-15 02:16 pm (UTC)Maddie isn't sure what she was thinking either, except that Nathan must have made a huge nuisance of herself and is very good at faking stability...