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File:Adri wiki.jpg Moment of Awesome - Adrienne Frost/Cover Girl: After Garrison takes out his grief in the Danger Room, Adrienne helps him put the pieces back together. Closing the suite door behind her, Adrienne stopped in her tracks and couldn't keep her jaw from dropping. "Christ, babe! Are you alright?! Did the Danger Room go rogue and try to kill you?" "I needed to blow off some steam. Turns out those new scenarios Scott programmed in are really, really good." He kicked the rest of the suit into the trash. No saving it now. "It's been a bad day so far." "I heard." Adrienne kicked off her heels and went over to him, intending to hug him but hesitating. She couldn't pick a spot to embrace him that looked like it wouldn't either hurt him or get blood on her. "Thanks to that google alert you set up on my work computer as a prank to give me any Hip or Air Supply news. I'm really sorry, Slick." "I appreciate it. I know it is dumb to get all over the top over a musician. It's just... I don't know. I don't do cancer well. Especially at that age. Gord isn't much older than my mom when she got the diagnosis." He sighed. "Am I transposing her for him in some kind of orphan turns music into parent kind of thing? My psych degree didn't cover musical artists and grief, which could have made me a fortune this year." "Yeah, there's a lost opportunity," Adrienne responded with a melodramatic sigh. "Though to be honest, dating a psychiatrist would wig me out much more than dating a cop does." Still studying him, she felt she'd finally found a spot to hug him that wouldn't hurt him and would bring about minimal blood transference to her clothes, so she pulled off her jacket and blouse and, in her tank top, put her arms around him. "It makes perfect sense that you're feeling the way you do. Of course it does. It's not dumb at all. The Hip are your favourite. They've been an enormous part of your life, of your... identity, for decades. Music does that to people. It shapes who they are." At least, that's what Rogue had told her earlier today when Adrienne had called asking for some insight into how Garrison would most likely be feeling. Adrienne's track record with comforting people was notoriously bad, but she really wanted to make a strong effort here. "And because of your mother... of course this is beating you up inside. So... it makes sense to beat yourself up outside." "Scott came up with this new unit that has extendable hammer hands. He mostly beat me up outside." Kane sighed and put an arm around Adrienne. She was right, as usual. And the extended violence had done one thing; make him feel better. "It's not just my mother. It's also a cop/superhero thing. I can defeat or arrest bad people trying to hurt others. But a disease? Fucking helpless." "Well, you're not alone there. I mean, most people aren't cops or superheroes, let alone both," Adrienne mused, "but everyone feels helpless against diseases. I don't particularly like that I can toss around money to make almost every problem I encounter go away, except disease." She held on to him for another moment before stepping back. "Hey, he's not gone yet. They're going on tour this summer, right?" "They are and yeah, I already intend to be there. And no one knows how long it will be that he's got. Really, I supposed the news isn't as much about him as it representing another loss from cancer for me. Like ripping off the scabs of an old, old wound." Adrienne couldn't think of anything comforting to say to that, so she just hugged him again, and said the only thing she could think of. "I wish I could make this better for you." "You being here is everything to me, babe. You should know that." "Well, your Jays suck and my guys are in first place. It's easy for me to be here when I have all the gloating power," Adrienne smirked. "I hear Wanda's organizing something at Harry's tonight. You wanna go, or do you wanna stay in?" "I'm thinking about a lot of drinks. Maybe give Harry a scare with the tab." Adrienne gave him a smirk. "Oh, honey. I don't think Harry's been scared of your tab since you and I started dating. Scared of you drinking all his stocks, maybe. But he knows your sugar mama's good for the tab."