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Brown eyes dropped down to stare at the floor, his teeth worrying at his lower lip for a moment before he shook his head and reached for his coffee, settling back in the armchair he'd claimed for the night as his gaze lifted to the window, watching the twinkling stars decorating the heavens, a satisfied smile pulling at his features as he snuggled back, letting that warmth take him over. He could let it be, let it go for one night right? It wasn't gonna be the end of the world. Eyelids started to flutter closed, the leader of the X-men just sat, enjoying the silence till a series of sharp knocks punctuated the calm, lite stones thrown into a calm pool. Scott's eyes shot open, shooting upright in his chair as he fumbled with his coffee for a moment before he managed to find the coffee table without spilling anything. That was a knock he remembered. For a moment Scott fought a loosing battle to hide the smile threatening to overwhelm his face before he gave up, pulling open the door to rest a shoulder against the jamb. "Hey stranger...I just put a pot of coffee and you show up? That's more than coincidence don't you think?" She laughed, feeling a little giddy at the look on Scott's face. It was relief and she felt a little guilty at it, that she would have doubted anything else but a smile upon her return. Old habits died hard, however, even if the memories she was drawing on were years old. "Well...I'm hoping not to be as much of a stranger anymore," Kitty said, going suddenly shy. She pulled a wild strand of hair behind her ear, looking up at him. "Mind if I come in? You almost look as if I woke you up." There was something about being in the woman's presence that reminded Scott of a day on the beach, of that moment when you took a plane up through the clouds, it was that happiness, that pure joy that you found so rarely. Seeing Kitty still brought that genuine smile to his face, that feeling of elation he hadn't ever expected to feel again, and the way she just glanced down, the unexpected shyness well... "I was just watching the stars," Scott admitted softly, reaching out for Kitty's hand, tugging her into the apartment, "although, if falling asleep means waking upto you...suddenly the idea of sleep sounds a whole lot more appealing. There was a soft click as Scott's foot pressed against the door, swinging it shut behind the woman as he drew her further into the room. "So...I'm hoping this isn't a fleeting visit?" "Nope. Back for good," Kitty said, basking just a little in the warmth of his smile. "Or, you know, until the Mansion blows up or we get taken over by robot overlords or possessed by alien monkeys or something." She followed him happily. Not much seemed to have changed in the attic or else, if it had, she was simply too glad to be there to see it. Her thumb rubbed the top of his hand thoughtfully, wondering what had him looking up at the stars. She admitted to herself that when she looked up at them herself, she always thought of him. Probably always would. "Don't tempt fate," A wry smile twitched up the corner's of Scott's lips as he took a half-step back and to the side, pulling Kitty closer as he slipped an arm around her waist as if to check that she was real and not a phantasm of his overworked mind. In this place, you really never knew. "It's entirely possible now you've said that that the mansion's going to get blown up tomorrow, and robotic invasions seem to be a weekly occurrence, the next one's scheduled for Tuesday." The dim light of the stars and moon streaming through the windows lent an almost ethereal aspect to the scene, throwing up shadows where none might exist as a soft white light was drawn across the couple like a silken cloak. "I..." Scott's smile softened, a genuine look reserved only for the woman in his arms, "I'm glad you're back, I've missed you." |
