digthefuzz | IC Inbox [Expiation]

[Despite all the bad things that happened right before the reset, Scott can genuinely say that he's also relieved. He woke up back in bed with all his memories intact (at least he thinks so) and the glitching seemed to have stop in the world. It's something to possibly celebrate, like it felt like they've accomplished the mission, but it's hard to be super optimistic when he remembers everything that happened.

He almost wants to sleep some more, close his eyes against everything for just a bit longer, but he needs to get up. He should get up. After all, he wants to check on his friends, all the people that he cares about. At least his roommates is a good start for that, right? And they're ~~hopefully~~ close by.

With that thought, he makes his way out of his room and-- hey, is that Kurt? Scott raises a hand up in an automatic greeting, a small smile in place.]

Hey man.

[Kurt might be done with every kind of glitch, but instead he feels like he has a persistent itch. It feels like every little thing is getting on his nerves, including his toast being lightly charred. Even Scott's normally comforting presence feels like it's cutting off his train of thought, so Kurt responds without looking directly at him, giving a gruff-]

Yo.

[Not exactly the reaction he expected.

Scott finds himself blinking slowly behind his glasses as the remaining remnants of those lethargic feelings fade away. Okay, something is clearly going on if even Kurt is acting grumpy. Like sure Kurt has bad days and maybe his friend is still reeling from everything that just happened, but usually he's a little more upbeat than this. Well, that's really only more reason for him to check on his friend.

He starts walking closer with a familiar little worried frown on him.]

What's up?? Bad morning? [The implication of 'do you want to talk about it' rising into the air.]

[And Kurt just feels a renewed sense of frustration. He lowers his head and shakes it.]

What's with all the questions, man? Can you get off my back? I'm just - trying to wake up here, but nothing's working right! [He waves the charred toast around.] And who got OJ with so much pulp in it anyway??

[Wow, okay.]

Dude, you're the one that got that OJ! [That really isn't the point-- Scott's arms come up to cross over his chest.] Never mind, just. What the hell?? If something crawled up your ass and died, just say it.

[...Maybe not the best way he could've handled this, but Scott can't stop himself from being a little defensive.]

[Kurt sneers at him.]

No way, man! You're the one who's getting all up in my grill! The fuzzy man's just trying to have a peaceful morning - [he pinches his brow, in a fit of irritation.] - and you're totally just harshing my vibe, man!

I only asked you one thing! Geez, sorry for being worried!

[He's still really annoyed, maybe even slightly upset, and Scott's frown twists into one of concern, although he doesn't want to be too open about it. Not when they're arguing like this.] Not like I ruined your toast this morning. That's all on you.

N-no! I...

[Now he has both hands on his head and lowers it, while gritting his teeth.]

...I don't even know what's bothering me, man!!

[The fact that Kurt seems to be in actual pain almost instantaneously wipes the irritation that's been building in his chest. Okay, definitely not just morning crabbiness, or pissy about burnt toast or whatever crap. Something else is going on. Scott's walking closer to Kurt now, not bothering to hide his concern as he reaches for his shoulder.

Is this some after effect from the reset...? Shit, he should've paid more attention--]

Kurt, what's wrong-- what's happening? [Right, maybe less questions.] Come on, let's get you to the couch.

[Kurt looks back up towards Scott with a confused frown, as Scott's hand reaches his shoulder. But then he tries to shove Scott back.]

Back off dude!!

[Except the he almost immediately seems remorseful, ducking his head back down again.]

I'm sorry. I didn't... mean to.

[He's pushed back a couple of steps and Scott doesn't try getting closer again, but he's still not relenting on helping Kurt. He looks at him with that same frown, the one that's truly worried about him.]

It's fine.

[He cuts quickly through any apologies, no longer really caring about that sort of thing. Yeah, it hurt a little to pushed back, but this isn't Kurt. Not normally. And he wants to get to the bottom of it.] You need to rest. Did you want me to grab anyone? Anything?

[Scott wants to ask how long he's been feeling like this, but he figures that it might be best to try and relieve the symptoms?]

[He grips his head while trying to make sense of it. He can still feel a strong sense of agitation, and he doesn't know the source.]

I- I don't know! Something calming, I guess? Anything that I- that I can't get mad at?

[Something calming...? Okay, think Summers. Nothing big comes to mind, but he can't just stand here and watch Kurt clearly struggle with something, even if doesn't want him touching him.]

Okay Kurt, just lie down. We'll start with that. [...] And just wrap yourself in a blanket or something. I'll grab you breakfast in the mean time. Maybe hot chocolate? I know it's morning, but who cares, right?

[He bristles and crosses his arms.]

Fine. You don't have to baby me, you know!

[He teleports onto the nearest couch and lays there for a moment.]

...B-but hot chocolate does sound rad...

Oh, you mean, 'wow, thank you Scott for being the best friend ever.'

[You're welcome, Kurt!! Still, his anxiety over his friend's well-being keeps Scott from being too reactive about this, just motioning for him to start walking to the couch.

Okay, teleporting to it works too.]

Did anything happen at the terminals? [He calls out to Kurt as he starts preparing the drink in the kitchen.]

[He would probably actually say that when feeling better. But he groans and pinches at his head as he thinks back to the terminals.]

Everything went according to plan, Dad. We took care of the shadow monsters, and Quentin took care of the technical stuff. Mission accomplished! Right?

[Wow. Dad. With them being a little further away from each other, maybe Kurt won't hear Scott grumbling under his breath. Although at this point, he still might not be too sorry about it.]

That's really all that happened?

[Because things went pretty south with his group, stuff that he doesn't want to bring up now. It's enough just worrying about Kurt and he also doesn't need his friend to get an even bigger headache. Which. Would be the reasonable reaction.]

[He hesitates for a moment before answering.]

Yeah. Nothing else... Nothing that mattered, anyway. ...It's gone now, so it's like it didn't happen.

Dude, you do realize how suspicious that answer was, right?

[Will they last until Scott finishes the hot chocolate?? The real question of the morning.] Especially since you're the one with the massive headache right now, not me.

It's not a headache, it- it's just frustration! And it's got nothing to do with those marks. It's all completely different!

Could've fooled me--

[Wait a minute.]

What marks are you talking about Kurt? [The hot chocolate isn't done yet, but Scott walks closer to the living room just so that he can peer at him from the entrance of the kitchen. With a familiar little frown. Slowly, he's becoming just like other Scotts--]

Are you talking about the corruption?

[Caitlyn got hit by that... and fuck. Is that what's going on?]

Corruption?

[Scott knows about it? That surprise is enough to bring Kurt to his senses for a moment as he thinks.]

It, it was these dark marks running all along my arms. I guess corrupt does sound like- like a word for it.

Yeah, that's exactly it-- Caitlyn had the same thing.

[So, it wasn't just her. Other people at different terminals were infected it sounds like. He wonders how many people got hit by the corruption and makes Scott uneasy, mostly worried. There was a cure that was made long ago, but do they still have the ingredients for that? Would it still work?

And everything with Kurt definitely makes sense now.]

I had the same thing before, months ago. [...] It. It drained me. Felt like I didn't want to do anything.

Really?? [Kurt now looks alert.]

It happened to someone else? It happened to you?!

[He runs a hand through his hair.]

I guess that kinda is what it felt like. Like I wasn't even... really me. Plus my powers acted up.

[Okay, stay calm, Summers. Freaking out about this won't help Kurt at all and someone needs to have a clear mind when dealing with this. Sure he's stressed, especially since he really hoped that things would be back to normal after the reset, but he can push it down. That's what he's supposed to be doing anyway.

Now, he needs to get Kurt on the same page. Explain what he does know.]

That's right. Caitlyn got infected when we neared the terminal and I had something similar before you got here.

[Still big frowning from Scott though, that won't change.] I felt more exhausted and defeated and Caitlyn became violent, so maybe the corruption affects people differently. Or it's a different... strand of it.

[Small exhale and--] I lost control at the end, but it didn't make my powers act up before then.

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