[At first, Scott's mouth thins, clearly unamused and kind of annoyed about being called 'squirt.' Hey, he's a X-Man and... wait, this guy is a mutant? He's... like him? He's not fully alone anymore? Nearly all of his irritation disappears, those petty emotions shoved aside because this is far more important to him. It's the first time in about three months that he's seen another mutant. It's funny how he's only been a mutant himself for a few months, but it's become such a big thing to him.
Hopefully that's what this asshole really meant and it's not something else. Scott lets himself cling to that hope for just a little longer, something searching in his unseen eyes. Wade definitely isn't familiar, but that doesn't mean anything, really.]
Wait, you're like me? [So much for answering Wade's questions though, because Scott isn't providing any helpful answers. Not yet anyway. Maybe he'll get around to that at some point. But feeling... more courageous, he steps closer to the older man, and while his glasses still hides most of his expression, there's no denying the hope in his voice.]
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Hopefully that's what this asshole really meant and it's not something else. Scott lets himself cling to that hope for just a little longer, something searching in his unseen eyes. Wade definitely isn't familiar, but that doesn't mean anything, really.]
Wait, you're like me? [So much for answering Wade's questions though, because Scott isn't providing any helpful answers. Not yet anyway. Maybe he'll get around to that at some point. But feeling... more courageous, he steps closer to the older man, and while his glasses still hides most of his expression, there's no denying the hope in his voice.]