To eat...

[southernreaper]

Who: southernreaper and scarlet_kitsch
When: May 19th, 2pm
Where: Unnamed restaurant, sector 5
Summary: The Scarlet Witch asked for information on Magneto. Wither is going to tell his part.
Warnings: Possibly swearing, possible angst. Definite emo boy.

[Kevin had come in earlier. He wanted to be sure to get a corner booth so he could see the restaurant in its entirety.

He'd given the name to the hostess, and she'd stared at him oddly but hadn't asked questions.

Sipping his chicory coffee, he just slumped into the corner, waiting for the woman to show up.

Hearing the hostess say 'Mimsy', he looked up, over the lip of his coffee cup. When she came close, he stood, because a gentleman always stands when a lady is present, until she sits.]

M'name's Kevin.

Comments

[scarlet_kitsch]

[Wanda nods, acknowledging Kevin's point. His polite use of the word "ma'am" brings a soft smile to her lips.]

I think it's the silence that really bothers people. More than one seemed offended he hasn't personally reached out them. That rankles more than the lack of a public rebuttal. It's seen as a weak admission of guilt. And I assume a public fall from grace must be extra hard to swallow from a man who had been very visible and admired in the newcomer community.

[Wanda had been one of those upset by his silence, but for different reasons, nothing to do with what happened to Crowley.]

But, apparently, he's not well and shouldn't be pressured into speaking out. [To anyone, even his 'daughter.'] I just wished he had sought help instead of lashing out.

[Why must it be so difficult for the men in her family to admit they have a problem?]

[southernreaper]

[Kevin snorts, but doesn't argue... much.]

What's he suppose t'say? I'm havin' a mental breakdown an' I killed someone, sorry? Seems t'me, that'd bring more trouble than it'd solve.

[Then he's quiet for a moment.]

An' ma'am, ya never know ya about t'break, til after ya do.

[It's something he knows oh so well.]

[scarlet_kitsch]

I know. I know. It's just, well, I guess I wish someone else could have seen the signs, if not him. I realize he's good at hiding his emotions. Maybe it's a lingering feeling of guilt, the idea I could have stopped him, helped him before it was too late.

[She knows she's rambling but really needs to get this all out.]

He was truly doing well here! It's like this horrible place offered him a chance for redemption.

[She waves a hand, her gaze going to a distant point on the wall.]

Obviously, it wasn't all good for him. And now... Now, it looks like he's either pulled away from those who truly care for him most or they've turned their backs on him. How is that a good thing?

[Where does Wanda stand in all of this? Does she even know? On one hand she wants to reach out and defend her father. On the other, she is horrified by Erik's actions, which give her terrible flashbacks of the cold man she knew years ago.]

I'm talking your ear off. I'm sorry. This whole situation has unsettled me.

[southernreaper]

Naw ma'am, I don't mind.

[He sits back and lets the waitress refill his coffee. When she's gone, he hunches forward again.]

I cain't answer all ya questions. I know he sees the angels different. S'why he prayed fer 'em when we were dyin'. Other'n that?

[He shrugs.]

You'll have t'ask him yerself. An' I know ya want to. I'll ask 'im, alrigh'?