Who: Nate Grey OT Rascal What: Day 16 of Having a Body Again, or, People are strange. When: Saturday morning Where: Haven Warnings: TBD
There were three things Nate Grey knew to be true. Number one, clothes sucked. Number two, skies were beautiful enough he always wanted to be able to see them. Last but not least, Rascal was fascinating and strange in equal measure.
Rediscovering his telekinesis had given Nate much to do in the last several few days. His meetings with Xavier had gone from simple conversations to more in-depth training of this power. His telepathy was still offline, as per his own request, but Xavier had told him that within the week he needed to remove the blocks he had placed upon it lest something begin to atrophy in his mind that could not be healed. He wasn't happy about that, but he did his best not to think about it. There was still a whole big world to discover. Especially now that he could fly.
His telekinesis allowed him to levitate, which had made Nate weep from sheer joy the first few times he was able to float and soar off the ground. He had been so happy he almost wanted to take to the skies and see what was up there. A well-intentioned, if perhaps cruel, retelling of the story of Icarus flying too close to the sun and plummeting down onto the earth in a flaming ruin soon made this desire less than palatable. It wasn't hard to draw the parallel between burning up and becoming light. The effect was the same. He would lose his body. Again. So Nate had agreed to go no higher than the treetops surrounding the main house, and to always tell someone he was going to do it, seeing as he had a habit of forgetting what he was doing or where he was. Dying of exposure was apparently still a very clear and present danger when it came to Nate and his erratic behavior.
But he had gotten better. He was taking all his vitamins, receiving healing and he had only forgotten sitting in the infirmary, having his nutritional IV drip once or twice. He was also eating more regularly now, and it showed. His frame would always be lean, but he didn't look like a sack of bones any more. One could see more of the rounded contours of muscle all over his body. Even his face showed a healthier glow, his eyes brighter and his skin rosy. His lips looked fuller than a week ago, and had more color to them too.
Of course, some of those signs, the rosy cheeks and the bushy tail could be attributed to other things, perhaps. But Nate wouldn't know anything about that.
The last week had passed with Rascal being mostly unavailable. He always seemed to be busy, or have someone to find, or he would remember something important he had forgotten to do earlier. Nate, for his part, had spent the last few days wondering why Harrison had acted so strangely after their kiss. He couldn't make his behavior out. On the one hand, he had been reticent at first, but then he had been quite eager to kiss back. He had also gone from being awkward about physical contact to holding Nate's hand and right back to being awkward.
If he stopped to think about it too much, it made him sad and confused. At least he had his telekinesis to keep his mind occupied. And flying. He couldn't forget flying. Flying made him happy, an exhilarating joy similar to that felt when a certain someone kissed back. And somehow he always managed to think of his friend again. After several days of giving Harrison his space, Nate decided he missed him too much, so he went to sit by his door and wait for him to come home. Unfortunately, that took too long, and Nate ended up falling asleep, curled up on the floor next to Rascal's door.