Oh, my stars and garters;
{ I-… Because I think, I have a fairly good idea how you got them, too… } She could be way off. She could say something else and leave him looking the fool but, they both knew the truth. At least he hoped.
She nods slightly despite him not being able to see it, so this is it. « And what is your undoubtedly educated idea? » she’s feeling uncharacteristically nervous, the likelihood of this changing whatever’s left of their relationship was unnervingly high. She doesn’t know how to get them both to admit it, they know the truth, but the question was simply saying it aloud.
“Mmph-” She was dancing around it. He didn’t know if she wanted to hear the answer, and because of that Hank wasn’t sure if he wanted to give it. He didn’t want to ruin what friendship they had, but if he didn’t take a chance, what was the point? They both deserved to be happy, but what if- what if Warren, by some miracle, came back? What if the little ones found a way to make it all okay again and he remembered everything again? He wouldn’t expect Betsy to stay with Hank. Who would?
{ I suspect you’ll just have to be a little more careful about what kind of animals you play around with… }
« God forbid you do. » She said with a quiet laugh. « Spots..what are you…? » She looked down at her hands, turning them over before it clicks upon seeing the pale little scars from months ago. Betsy closed her eyes, exhaling slowly through her nose, « I’ve a fairly good idea..why? » She’s not going to say anything unless she knows that he knows.
{ I-… Because I think, I have a fairly good idea how you got them, too… } She could be way off. She could say something else and leave him looking the fool but, they both knew the truth. At least he hoped.
« Of course I am, I’m a Braddock, darling. » she smiles slightly, and perches on the arm of the sofa, the smile faltering slightly in confusion, « Remember what exactly? You’re going to need to be a bit more specific than that, Hank. »
{ I had almost forgotten… } He smiled a bit before scratching at his temple, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to find the right words. { I noticed little spots, on your hands… I was just wondering if- if you remembered how you had gotten them? }
« …Are you sure…? Because the last time you told me something wasn’t important, you were dying, so I might not exactly trust your judgement on whether or not something’s important. »
[ My my, you are resilient… ] [ he sighed and rubbed a paw over his face ] [ I was just, wondering-… If at all you remember… ]
« …Hank…Are you being honest with me? »
[ hank sighed softly and bit his lip, shutting his eyes ] [ Have I ever lied to you before? ]
« You’ve omitted important information before. »
[ he chuckled softly, shaking his head ] [ It’s not important. ]
[ hank looked to the side, shaking his head ] No, not really. Just- you know, little versions of the original X-Men running around, nothing out of the ordinary…
[Lorna’s brow shot up in confusion] Are you trying to tell me there are mini you’s running around?
Yes, ma’am.
« …Hank…Are you being honest with me? »
[ hank sighed softly and bit his lip, shutting his eyes ] [ Have I ever lied to you before? ]
Oh-! [ looks down at himself then smiles back at her ] Thank you, you’re too kind. Still getting rather used to it myself. I’m much, er- bigger. My tailor both loved and hates me. [ chuckles ]
I can see that, it suits you though. [Lorna laughed lightheartedly, before flipping her hair over her shoulder] Apart from, well, that, anything new and or interesting in your life?
[ hank looked to the side, shaking his head ] No, not really. Just- you know, little versions of the original X-Men running around, nothing out of the ordinary…
