( He could have, but. Telepaths are gonna telepath.
Blue eyes that match Scott’s stare down to the younger version from his place in the sky, arms still folded there in front of his chest. It’s… weird. To see him like this. To see his father at all, regardless of version. Or, the man he shares blood with. Forge had been more of a father figure to him in the brief time he’d known him, but. Scott Summers is still the man he comes from. Still the man he gently looks like in certain ways and he… doesn’t really know anything about him, never mind Jean.
Does he want to? Things he hasn’t really had the chance to think about. Not with everything that keeps happening in his life.
He picks up on the grumpiness coming from him and huffs a little. He’s not annoyed. A little amused more than anything. )
What do I need that for when I can talk just fine like this?
( But. He gets it. He doesn’t like when others are in his head, even if he regards this more as chatting than poking around in places he shouldn’t be. So, with that in mind, he drops down from the sky and comes to tap to the ground a little ways from Scott, arms falling to his sides. A flick of those white bangs out of his face, he looks to him. Curious. )
dad. 😌
Blue eyes that match Scott’s stare down to the younger version from his place in the sky, arms still folded there in front of his chest. It’s… weird. To see him like this. To see his father at all, regardless of version. Or, the man he shares blood with. Forge had been more of a father figure to him in the brief time he’d known him, but. Scott Summers is still the man he comes from. Still the man he gently looks like in certain ways and he… doesn’t really know anything about him, never mind Jean.
Does he want to? Things he hasn’t really had the chance to think about. Not with everything that keeps happening in his life.
He picks up on the grumpiness coming from him and huffs a little. He’s not annoyed. A little amused more than anything. )
What do I need that for when I can talk just fine like this?
( But. He gets it. He doesn’t like when others are in his head, even if he regards this more as chatting than poking around in places he shouldn’t be. So, with that in mind, he drops down from the sky and comes to tap to the ground a little ways from Scott, arms falling to his sides. A flick of those white bangs out of his face, he looks to him. Curious. )
Nice shades.
( Nailed it. )