Re: Force Majeure | 4-15-2020 | Afternoon
He was monologuing. This sly dog had him monologuing. She was listening though; intently. He legitimately seemed fully lodged in his discomfort zone as he was word-vomiting personal details about his life and his 'case'. "We would be proud to count him amongst our alumni," she purposefully interjected about Brayden. Whatever Captain Pushy-pants wanted to do with his own Tolkien-trope of a life was fine, but having Xavier's had changed so many young people's lives for the better.
"They are people I can trust," she said, in what was supposed to be a consolation. But still, Eva nodded in agreement about the rumor mill. He was reading her like a book, suddenly, and it was unnerving with the current climate. "They're under lock and key," she said with a jovial tone, but not as an untruth. Her face fell into an arrangement that could be described as sympathetic; understanding even. His expression and energy had evolved naturally from conspiracy to wonder. Zap's left hand rose and touched to the side of Nate's face, kindly. "You should at least buy a girl an owl before you tell her she's a wizard," but she wasn't joking. It was her way of accepting what he was saying and bringing levity to the apparently dire situation.
Her fingers fanned out briefly and she felt a warm buzz of positive energy arc between their skin before her hand fell again and the electrokine recentered herself. What he'd said - justice and truth. She was brutally honest and painfully just, even when it caused her and those around her discomfort. There's no way he could've just assumed that. Sigh. "You can come tonight for dinner at the manor, talk to my father after, and we'll see where this might lead. I'll give this twenty-four hours before I have to let at least a few key people in on things. That's the best I can do."