The Doctor. (goesto11) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-08-28 20:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | eleventh doctor, jean grey (phoenix) |
Who: Jean Grey, Troy Smith
When: Tuesday evening.
Where: Troy (and Kaylee's) place.
What: Dinner.
Rating: Probably PGish.
It probably said a lot about Troy that he'd come around so quickly on his girlfriend's tendency to hover a few feet above ground and spontaneously burst into flame. It was weird, right? But no stranger than dreaming of ancient alien prisoners who subsisted on peoples' faith and secretly longed for death. No more odd than dreaming of being shot dead by an Apollo astronaut. (Oh, how Armstrong's passing had hit him. It had felt suddenly and deeply personal, which was preposterous but none the less emotionally true.) Troy Smith was good with weird. Always had been, and his capacity for the bizarre seemed only to be growing. No, he was comfortable with Jean's changes, which was part of what bothered him. He should find it more unsettling. He should -- well, have some deep reaction, but he hadn't because Jean still seemed to be Jean, and that was all he cared about. Troy wanted to be shocked and he wasn't, and that in itself was shocking. What was wrong with him? Why didn't he have normal-person reactions? Had he ever? Was he only just noticing now, or was this some new side effect of dreaming about being an alien time-traveller? Either way, he was trying to put things from his mind, and part of that was distraction. He wanted to see his girlfriend. He'd make her dinner and they'd do something to amuse themselves. It would be normal. A normal-people evening, as proof that he had some clue how those worked. (...but did he? Troy wasn't sure.) |