Jason Wyngarde (_mastermind_) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-02-27 00:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | mastermind, wild child |
Who: Mastermind, Wild Child
When: Tuesday, 5pm [backdated]
Where: Jason's Manor
What: Discussion between the two of them about what happened
Notes: Log format, good bit of swearing
"Have you felt like training yet, boyo?" His voice was quiet and gentle in tone, but very close to the whelp's ear. He had noticed the shuffling of blankets and was assuming the boy was somewhat awake. The elder himself was settled into a high backed chair and had opened a book to thumb through as the other slept. He had been too worried about the boy to go very far, and this seemed like a good way to compensate for both issues. He could be entertained and not have to worry as much.
Kyle was half buried under the blankets, he muttering and grumbling, not making much sense at all, outside of the shrug of his broad shoulders. Oh yes, the mutt was quite articulate today, it seemed. His head was still fuzzy with many hours of half sleep, and he was still confused by the near constant presence of the elder mutant. Did he not have a life? Things to do? Why was he always here, watching over him like a mother hen? Part of him was annoyed by it, part of him was... grateful.
Jason smiled, the sound of it infecting his voice. "I see. Are you hungry?" If anything, all teenage boys were hungry almost all the time, and thus far the whelp hadn't shown a tendency to ever avoid meals. If anything, the kitchen didn't feed him often enough. The old man was assuming that his friend would come out from hiding under the blankets of warmth and safety for a good meal.
There was no more clear answer to this question than the first, he muttering and grumbling again before a long silence fell. Seemed his first impulse was to try and convince the other to leave, but after a few moments of thought a real answer did emerge. "Yeah. Mebbe a lil..."
Jason nodded. "I'll have the staff bring up some food for you." He poked his head out of the room, waving down a passing worker and asking for some more delivered items. He moved back into the room and sat down next to the whelp, gathering the boy into his arms.
"..ya don' gotta keep fussin' over me, yanno.." Gibs muttered, looking embarrassed as he sank a bit deeper under the blankets, soon finding himself entangled in skinny arms, one eye opening. "Mrrrr...."
"Yes, but I am indeed worried about you still." Jason held the boy lightly, wrapping him in warm blankets and his skinny arms. It was an important thing to the man that his friend be alright, and nothing in his opinion would be as much a focal point in his mind than that.
Gibs sighed and sank a bit lower in the blankets, letting them hide his face up to his nose, eyes hooded. "'M fine. Er, I will be..." He gave another shrug and scratched at one arm under the blankets.
The old man shook his head. "You always say that whelp, and you've yet to get out of this stuffy room of yours." The door opened and three of the kitchen staff ambled in, one of them being Gregory from the day previously. He carried the first plate over to Kyle with an almost shy look. Jason spoke up as the boy handed Gibs the medium rare t-bone steak plated with potatoes. "I took the liberty to apologize to your friend. You are more than welcome to teach any of my staff to protect themselves. I am sorry for my outburst."
"'M fine," he insisted gruffly again, blinking as he saw Gregory stepping inside, shifting under the blankets to get his hands out, reaching to take the plate as it was offered. He nodded to the skinny boy, picking up one of the potatoes with his claws and chewing distractedly at it. "...'M still confused.' he muttered half heartedly, shrugging the blankets off a bit more
Jason released his arms around his friend, accepting a plate of fruit that one of the staff had brought for him. Picking up half an apple, Jason paused to take a bite and finish it before he set the entire thing down and await the like screaming match that would happen along this topic. "What can I explain for you?" He did, however, shift his eyes away from the pup. He knew what was likely to happen from here on in. The subtle peace they had created between them was going to rupture and the gentleness would dissipate. They would be back to screaming daily. "I will explain everything I can to you."
He gave another shrug, soon starting on the meat. He was still rather down, and while he was confused, he had already decided that he probably wouldn't get it anyway. He was, after all, just a stupid mutt. He munched at the steak rather noisily, shaking his head. "I unno... any of it..."
"I overreacted." It was a start, a place for him to begin explaining things from. "And I started doing it yesterday after you told me about Aidrian." He stood, pacing as he talked, his eyes flicking to Gib's face while he paused in speaking and before starting to pace again. "And after thinking about it too much..."
"..Huh?" He asked, looking all the more confused now. "'Bout whut?" He asked, brows knitting. "I's just talkin' t' him 'bout 'is brother..." He had no idea what the elder was going off about. He continued chewing at the steak, confusion showing all the more in his features as he ate.
"..I...." Jason threw his hands up in the air after starting to pull at his hair, making it's wild curls bounce even further into it's own wild directions, now standing on end. The normally smooth and suave man start to seem more spastic and on edge. "Fuck, Gibs, I thought you were sleeping with the kid. I assumed you were..." He turns away, ripping his eyes form his friends face, shame coloring his cheeks. "And when I heard you with that boy in the hall, I took 'plant one on you' literally." He shakes his head not really knowing what to do. "I....never meant for it to effect anything else...I just....I thought..."
Kyle blinked and stared at him a minute, silence probably laying heavily on the frustrated elder. "...fuck." he suddenly muttered before a hint of a chuckle colored the air. "Yer stupid." He spoke it simply, sounding amused rather than angry, shaking his head as he took another large bite of his steak.
Jason blushed, the color rising even to the tip of his ears. He wasn't expecting that answer, an argument yes, but this? No. He wasn't prepared for this at all. "....What was I supposed to think? You seemed so....happy."
He knitted his brows and cast him a half confused, half disgusted look. "'Ow many times I gotta tell it t' ya... 'm STRAIGHT... I don' sleep with men. I like 'Eath.... er...." His voice trailed off as he spoke the name, suddenly seeming to forget his food, sighing heavily and sinking down into the sheets again.
Jason turned then and nodded. "Yes, and I fear that's my fault as well." His eyes were sad, the ache of many long years settled deep into the heart of them. Regret poured from him like a waterfall. "I had no idea what I was pressing when I brought her up. I thought you were cheating on her or that you had given up attempting to be with her." He moved, kneeling on the opposite side of Kyle's bed, looking at him imploringly. "I'm so sorry, Kyle."
He shrugged and shook his head, averting his eyes. "'S not yer fault... I wasn' worth th' risk t' her... 's better t' know now... Wish I'd known sooner." It was a relief in a way, to have an answer, even if the answer hurt. Of course the relief only came after a few days of deep aching. Things were 'normal,' at least normal in the way that Gib's life usually was. It was a disappointment, it hurt, but at least he was back on familiar ground.
"I don't believe that." And indeed he didn't. This boy was of no real risk to her, there as no reason why that should even be a thought in his mind. "She's never been happier than she was since you took interest in her." Knowing that the whelp wasn't upset with him didn't lesson the sorrow he held in the recent occurrences in his household. He had smoothed over the problem with the kitchen lad, but the rest of the issue had yet to be fully settled between Kyle and Heather. He wanted to argue that they should talk, that they would need to discuss things, but the knowledge of what had happened made that impossible. He shook his head for a moment, a new thought hitting him. "Thank you."
He only grumbled, shaking his head and quite literally flopping down face first onto the mattress, pulling the blankets over his head as if trying to block out what he was saying. No, he didn't want to hear it, he wanted to just forget it, her, the way he felt, all of it, to just try and pretend none of it had ever happened. It was easier to forget, to ignore, just to not deal with it. He lay a moment in a sulk before he heard that last phrase, his brows knitting, his voice muffled by the blankets as he asked, "Whut?" why would Jason be thanking him..?
"Even for a moment, you managed what I couldn't do. Even for a week or so, you gave her reason to feel alive again. She hasn't been open with her emotions since her sister died. In a way, you brought her to a new point, and by caring for you, you showed her that she could care about someone again." He sat back, looking over to his friend. "As much pain as it's caused the both of you in the process, it was necessary in it's own way. Thank you." He half smiled and looked over, hoping that the boy would understand that beyond his own pain and grief lay a world of change for the woman he cared about.
There was a very long silence, the youth once again buried entirely under those blankets, so he was difficult to read. At last he murmured, around what was obviously a knot in his throat, "...'m glad." The entire thing was obviously hard, hard for him to hear about, hard for him to think about, even more difficult for him to talk about. But he was, truly, glad that he had done something for her.
Jason nodded and lightly scratched the boy's back through the blankets. It was going to be a hard few days for them all, but maybe it would alleviate some of the trouble that all three were carrying. He would still blame himself, but at least the boy could understand how he had helped even if it had hurt.