WHO: St. John Allerdyce and Kitty Pryde. WHAT: Talks to be had about horror. WHERE: Their house. WHEN: Saturday, late night. RATING: S for 2spoopy Sadface.
Well, Claire said to talk to Kitty. Though, how did he talk about what he was seeing when he closed his eyes. The feeling he had. The feel of tentacles on his skin. The blanch faceless expression. The stuttered moving. Just the thoughts alone made Pyro shudder visibly. Most of all, John was tired, not fully aware of the last time he had a full real night of sleep. Though at this rate it was going to kill him, right? Talk to Kitty, Claire had said. Explain it, he was told.
John sighed while he stare out the window he was staring out of. Glancing down, he saw the little yellow mouse Pokemon staring up at him. Weird how they appear out of nowhere like that. "Should I talk to Kitty?" Which he was provided a response of a "Pika!" Whatever that fucking meant. "Alright, alright, alright." John patted the Pikachu on it's head. "Lets go find Kitty, she has to be somewhere in this house." The living room. John knew where she was of course, hard not to in the small house.
Finding Kitty on their couch, he approached and looked to her almost losing the will to talk to her about the ordeal. Seeing her wrapped hand made him freeze up. How was his bullshit even a comparison to what she had gone through. Sure he was smoking still when he made it back, but his minor burns and mental ordeal wasn't nearly the same. John plopped down on the couch next to Kitty considering his words for a moment, before he looked to Kitty. "I'm not okay." It just came out really. "I'm not okay at all, and I don't know how to be okay." Instantly wanting to find a rock to climb under, he continued. "Quill and I found something terrible when we were in those woods... so terrible I still don't know what it was." Just remembering the experience brought a tremble in his hand, never having the occasion where he couldn't fight what he facing. "No matter what I threw at him wasn't enough. It just kept coming.." That was the scariest part, the helplessness.