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For notrosecolored : Bonnie and Clydin' It

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Hernan doesn't spend much time in the water. He takes about an hour, since he figured Scott could use some time to even out, but once that hour is up, he makes his way inside and changes with a decent amount of speed. He also packs a small bag with a couple of changes of clothes; something nicer than what he currently had.

Done, he makes his way over to Scott and leans down to press a kiss to his lips.

"I am done. Ready to go?"

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Scott had about enough time to pour a cup of coffee and be leaning against the counter drinking it while he waited on his bagel to pop up when Logan came in. He took one look at Hernan, put that together with the smell that was on Scott in the garage and snorted.

"Not gonna argue going out and getting laid probably didn't do you good, but bringing 'em home? " His tone was pretty clearly a 'fuck no'.

Hernan looked over at Logan with a twitch of an eyebrow before dismissing him. It was best not to deal with the other mutant. His very demeanor made him angry. And he knew too well how quickly and easily the man healed.

Far too tempting.

"You all have terrible choice in coffee," because that was an actually important thing to discuss. "Too much cream and the flavor's half gone."

"He's superman and they're mutants. Somehow, I think they'll live with it."

Scott wasn't good at ignoring Logan. Which meant that had Hernan not interrupted there would have been an outright fight instead of Logan grabbing his own coffee, slamming some things around and getting out.

And Scott just sort of... sagging after he left.

That was when he reached over, stroking his hand up and down Scott's back, pressing a firm kiss to his temple.

"If your happiness is so offensive to him, perhaps it is because he is lacking his own."

"He's grieving Jean as much as I am."

His head hurt. He leaned against Hernan briefly, then sort of mechanically got busy putting creamcheese on his bagel. "You want something to eat?"

"There's no use in prioritizing the dead over the living. And even less in prioritizing what is 'proper' over the wishes of the dead themselves."

He could not believe that this Jean, whoever she was, if she was someone Scott had loved, could be so cruel as to want eternal loneliness for him. If she did, she would not deserve such devotion.

He held out a hand.

"I was in the sun most of the night. But thank you. And your coffee is still terrible."

"Exposed to sunlight or actually in the sun?" It's Superman, he needs to ask. It's also better than engaging about the rest of that, because fuck all if he has a handy reply. Hernan's right about a lot of it, but he also knew why Logan was acting the way he was.

He said what he said to state his opinion, not necessarily to have Scott answer. He knows it's more complicated for Scott. Ask Hernan about Kirk sometime. Or Bekka.

"In the sunlight," he clarifies. "Though closer to the sun."

Yeah. Asking about Kirk sometime - how about now.

"Is there a reason Kirk was so freaked out about where you were and what you were doing?"

He paused at that, turning to look Scott in the face as he answers. It felt like anything less would be a manner of lying.

"We spoke about his friends. I said some things... I thought he wanted to hear. He did not. And then I left."

"You said some things that upset him and left and he responded by freaking out that he didn't know where you were?"

It felt like there was a step missing.

"I am not sure why he chose to be upset. I did not think my actions would do so otherwise, don't you think I would have taken steps to prevent his panic?"

Because he can't imagine that Kirk didn't know. How someone who'd been held in his arms, whose hair was stroked away from a dirty face, blood fed to him as gently as he had, could not know how he felt.

"I don't know, but take some advice from someone who sort of, barely, managed to be married to someone for a while and therefore held onto at least one personal relationship: Give him some time to cool down, calm down yourself and then go back and talk to him. Whatever it is you think is happening or thought happened clearly isn't what actually played out."

Look, he's shit at people but he's good at strategy. Sometimes there is overlap and this is one of those times.

"I will take the advice," he told Scott with a faint smile, "though I assure you: I'm quite calm."

He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow.

"When I am not calm, it is very very obvious."

"There are different kinds of calm. Some of them are actually calm, and some of them are imposed by necessity and some of them are actually just shut down. " ANd some of them were none of those things, but. "Can you get over here, now?"

That got a good, solid laugh out of him before he walked over and extended an arm.

"Of course, mi vida."

Scott put a hand on the back of Hernan's neck, pushed up against the counter and kissed him - deeply, slowly, and very, very publicly, even if no one else was currently around.

"Thanks for coming back with me."

This is what he came for. This is what made him fall so quickly, so easily. He doesn't know if Scott knows all he reveals in his kiss, with his hands and the shift of his muscles. But Hernan could hear and see and feel so much in this.

"Happily," and yes, he's a little smug. Pleased and smug.

"Good." There's a quick smile, though he's worried. "You still hanging out today, before you take my excellent advice to clear things up with Kirk?"

"I have to give him time to cool down, as you said," he pointed out before stealing another kiss. "And I would like to see more of your home. If you do not mind."

"You can see through walls," Scott pointed out, "But sure. Let's start with the Danger Room so you'll know where you're working with the kids and can get in without having to tear the door off and guts of the machinery out in the process." He touched Hernan's back again, and then started to walk.

He was breathing easier.

He didn't want to see Kirk as a threat and mostly didn't, but just a little... yeah. Way less than Kirk saw Scott as one, anyway.

Kirk's experiences with people loving other people was way, way worse.

If he knew either saw the other as a threat, Hernan would probably facepalm for nigh on a thousand years.

"I can see through walls, but that does not mean I know what something is or what it does. You can view a painting and not know every stroke or what it illustrates."

They'd meet sooner or later and Hernan would have ample reason to facepalm. For now, though, it was just Scott looking at Hernan a bit strangely, and then smiling in a decidedly odd way.

"I don't think I'd compare this school to a work of art." At all, but maybe. He was going to start in the basement, with the danger room and medical labs. He could work his way up from there.

"It is almost as advanced as the technology within the Tower of Justice," he pointed out as they walked, "without the benefit of Kryptonian advances."

That's pretty good in his book.

"That's because it's still alien," Scott admits. "It's a hell of a machine. It's also useful. When you're using it with the kids, make sure the safeties stay on. If you're using it on your own, do what you want but be aware that it doesn't pull its punches and it might very well come up with a way to hurt or kill even you."

He leans against Hernan, and the room without any program running is kind of boring, but. "It also won't let anyone break in to save you once the program's in progress."

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