[ Scott watches Cable stand while speaking, gaze turning to the offered hand before him. A minute ago he's still reeling from finding out he and Jean are dead back home, having spent more than a month wallowing in his own sorrow, and now, before him, is a son he never got to know. Never even thought of conceiving. It stings to remember that he and Jean talked about possibly settling down once, after a particularly passionate night, just to have that get taken away from both of them, only to manifest in a way he never even imagined.
Yes, this is a lot to take in. A lot of things he can't quite fix. And for a man who thrives in putting things in order, he feels out of depth here. Like a fever dream he'd probably wake up from anytime soon. But it's not. This is his reality now, and as stubborn as he is, Scott firmly knows this same hardheadedness will help him process this in due time.
For now, he takes that hand with his own, firm and yet also fond. His other hand lifts up to rest on Cable's shoulder, touching his own flesh and blood. It feels surreal, and yet somehow, he can feel it. For a brief ten seconds of time, Scott just takes this in, staring at this fifty year old man who's actually his son, trying to find the blueprint of the boy he never got to raise.
A sharp breath he lets go, a small smile, and a soft nod. ] I'd like to get to know you more, too.
[ Because that's what a good father should aim to do, no matter their discrepancy in age.
You're not done yet. What a good sentiment. What a good reason for his son to tell him about all this. He's grateful. And while this place might be far from ideal, it's home for now. ]
You okay with that? This is still a lot to take in, but. I'm trying.
[The moment Scott's hand touches his shoulder, he feels like a little boy instead of the grown-ass man that he is. He shifts uncomfortably, which he thinks is unbecoming of a man his age. Still, there's a hopeful little flutter in his chest because the idea of working alongside Scott is exciting for him. Something he wanted for a long time.
It's enough to allow himself to be optimistic instead of cynical about their circumstances. If he's being lured into a trap, the bait is pretty effective. But he's stuck in this place anyway, so he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it.
He nods, looking down and away before back up at Scott's face.]
[ Retracting his hand from Cable's shoulder, Scott can't help the small chuckle that leaves his lips. This is still so surreal to him, but at least, he can take this one day at a time. Process this when he gets back home even if he had to stare at his ceiling for a bit. ]
That's fair. We can do it some other time.
[ He smiles, one of the rare ones he can give right now, as his gaze never leaves his son's face. ] Whenever you're ready, you have my number.
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Yes, this is a lot to take in. A lot of things he can't quite fix. And for a man who thrives in putting things in order, he feels out of depth here. Like a fever dream he'd probably wake up from anytime soon. But it's not. This is his reality now, and as stubborn as he is, Scott firmly knows this same hardheadedness will help him process this in due time.
For now, he takes that hand with his own, firm and yet also fond. His other hand lifts up to rest on Cable's shoulder, touching his own flesh and blood. It feels surreal, and yet somehow, he can feel it. For a brief ten seconds of time, Scott just takes this in, staring at this fifty year old man who's actually his son, trying to find the blueprint of the boy he never got to raise.
A sharp breath he lets go, a small smile, and a soft nod. ] I'd like to get to know you more, too.
[ Because that's what a good father should aim to do, no matter their discrepancy in age.
You're not done yet. What a good sentiment. What a good reason for his son to tell him about all this. He's grateful. And while this place might be far from ideal, it's home for now. ]
You okay with that? This is still a lot to take in, but. I'm trying.
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It's enough to allow himself to be optimistic instead of cynical about their circumstances. If he's being lured into a trap, the bait is pretty effective. But he's stuck in this place anyway, so he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it.
He nods, looking down and away before back up at Scott's face.]
Yeah, I'm okay with it.
[He pauses, adding:]
Now's not a good time. [He's talked out.]
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That's fair. We can do it some other time.
[ He smiles, one of the rare ones he can give right now, as his gaze never leaves his son's face. ] Whenever you're ready, you have my number.