Re: Baby It's Cold Outside ... (cont'd)
He grinned at her, a bit shame-faced. If somebody had done to him what he had just done to her, a few years ago, he'd have either run or tried to knock the guy (or girl) silly. "I know the feeling. But I do have others to talk to about it. They're a group, all mutants, which is what I am, and what I think you are. All of us have special gifts, whether you think of them as powers, or abilities, or even curses. Mine was a gift for a long time, and then a curse. Now, it's just a part of who I am. But we shouldn't be talking about this much in public. Look, I want to make it to my performance, and there's room on my motorcycle. We can strap the guitar down, too. But I don't want to stand here in the cold, and talk where somebody is going to hear us. So, if you want, come with me and meet my friends."
Looking at her, Scott realized how hard this must be. Make it human. He stepped in toward her, keeping his hands tucked in his belt, under his jacket. "I think at least three of my friends are coming, maybe more. One is a big guy, like the size of a mountain gorilla. But he's gentle, and smart, and I guess he's getting to be my best friend. He helped me out, does miracles. That kind of smart. Another is a redhead, who has the biggest heart I've known. She can read minds, but she doesn't, well, pry. You understand me? These are good people. We like to meet others, help them out. I was almost dead when they found me. Hank lifted me up like I weighed nothing."
He felt the smile deepen, knew she would see that, was glad of it. He did NOT want to scare her off. He shrugged now. "If you want to come, I'm good for your dinner."