Scott was tired. A good kind of tired, really, that came from long, solid hours on a motorcycle. He wasn't a politician, and at the moment, he was just cramping up the gears in Washington. Scott was a fighter and a strategist; he didn't do political whatever. So he'd come home. He needed to come home, to rest, to be with his friends (what few of them there were), and even without Charles ...
To be honest, they hadn't really talked about what had happened before and weren't comfortable at the moment. They didn't have time to work on it, and the more he was around Charles, the more and more he thought about how he would've been a human sacrifice if Alex hadn't saved him. It wasn't healthy, so he'd come home -- on his bike, no less, needing all the time to himself.
And then, he came home and found this. The lake wasn't exactly hidden from the driveway, and while Scott's sight wasn't the best, he was pretty sure that he saw Ororo and Logan quite .. naked. In broad daylight. Making out.
Which just wasn't appropriate.
Parking the bike, Scott sighed, pushing his hair out of his face as he stalked over. Maybe he was jealous, maybe he was sleep deprived, maybe misery just loved company, but he couldn't help but say, "This is a school, Ororo. Even I managed to keep it behind a door. I expected it from Logan, but ..." He shook his head. "Take it inside, please."