I... I think I'm done.
"Pray for me? Don't you dare take that tone with me, you patronizing little bastard. You claim to worship a god of love, but all you do is reap hate and sow misery! I spit on your toxic religion. You think you bigots have the monopoly on divinity? Think again, you small minded imbecile! Don't you dare try and define God for me!" he yelled after Kurt, but he probably only caught half of that before he was gone. Frederick slammed the door hard enough to rattle but wisely stayed outside. He had to calm down, somehow, so he walked to the edge of the lawn and slammed hardened fists into the thick concrete and brick fence. The fence won, but it was a close thing. Even though his shapeshifted fists did not take any real damage, his arms and shoulders still ached with the punishment he subjected them too. But this was better than caving the little fuzzy mutant's face in, or breaking any of the many valuable antiques inside the manor.
It was some time later when Frederick felt calm enough to face the world again. He hadn't even notice who, if anyone, had witnessed his angry exchange with Kurt, but he was past the point of caring. Eventually, it was a sheepish looking Scion who made his way up to Nicholas' room and knocked on the door softly. "It's me," he said in a tired voice. He could hear the soft sound of Nick padding across the room, even muffled by the door. He was a big boy, and heavy. The thought made Scion smile.
"Hey," Nicholas said, raising his eyebrows questioningly as he gave an unsure smile. "How many dead?" he joked, not knowing it was the wrong thing to say. His hand flew to his mouth and he paled when he saw the stricken expression his question brought to Frederick's face. "Mon Dieu, what happened?"
"No, no. Nothing," Frederick reassured him. "I yelled. It was ugly. I don't wanna talk about it?" How many dead, he says. I feel sick to my stomach, he thought to himself.
Nicholas said nothing, he merely nodded and pulled Frederick into his room. They really didn't need a repeat performance if anyone happened to walk by and see them together. He pushed the door so it was ajar, closed except for a sliver of hallway showing through a tiny gap.
"I'm sorry you had to see that. I... think I should... go," Frederick said, as if it was a realization he had just come to. He wasn't so much looking at the other man as looking through him.
"Aw... uh, okay. It's all right. I understand. The mood, it is... how d'you say? Toast, right?" Nicholas replied, his face full of quiet disappointment. The curse of the furry blue bigot.
"N-no," Frederick corrected him. "Away, I mean. For real. For a while." Green orbs looked far away, past Nicholas and his tousled hair, into the distance. A long pause followed. "I... I think I'm done."
"Oh," Nick said at length. He snorted humorlessly. "Figures. Every time I find somebody I like..." he offered mildly with a lopsided smile and the Belgian facsimile of that Gallic shrug that meant nothing and everything.
Frederick swallowed, blinking up at him, and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Would you like to come with me?" Frederick asked hopefully. He immediately felt ridiculous, and needy, so he stammered, "O-only... for a little while, you know? Think of it as a... a vacation..."
"For a little while?" Nick repeated, a big smile splitting his handsome face even as he fixed Frederick with knowing eyes. "Shh," he interrupted, gently touching Frederick's face with his hands like a starry night. "You don't have to say anything. It is... cool. I mean, I just got here, so I got nothing to tie me down... Man, I haven't even unpacked. What I mean is," he went on, snickering softly, almost sweetly. "God, yes, I'll come away with you. Yes."
Feeling like he was getting a reprieve at last, Frederick took a deep breath and let it out slowly through his nose. He leaned towards Nicholas, slowly melting into him, his decision made. Scion could feel the corners of his mouth and eyes pulling upward tentatively as he breathlessly said one word. "Good."