Rufus peeked one big sparkling blue eye out from behind Brooke's jacket. He watched Dale curiously, as if scrutinizing his every move. Every once in a while, his eye would focus on one of the twins. He still wouldn't let go of Brooke's jacket. Brooke just cradled him in her arms and kissed the top of his head. She remembered how the older kids at the orphanage would call him 'scaredy cat' and make fun of him for being so quiet. But Brooke knew he wasn't afraid. Brooke knew he was carefully observing. Slowly, she picked up the pistachio and spooned up some before offering it up to Rufus's mouth. He took it quickly, like a turtle coming out of his shell but then immediately popping back in.
"He goes to a day care by the house for a little while, and when I'm working one of my crazy shifts at the ER, my sister takes care of him." She hadn't considered the idea of putting him in a special school. He wasn't a victim of the Project, so why should he have to suffer from it just because she could do some pretty weird things? Brooke was about to explain when she felt her hands moving suddenly. Rufus had taken a hold of them and was feeding himself the ice cream using her hands. Brooke had to chuckle and just let Rufus have it all. Would probably be better than way. "I haven't looked into any other place that might be friendly to people to like us." People like us. Brooke still couldn't say the word 'mutants'. The topic of her damnation and the damnation of her entire family still hit a little too close to home.