Kevin freezes. He'd been listening, but he'd been distracted. But it's not possible. Not possible. He'd come here to get away from all of them, to leave them all behind. Under his knees, the sheep struggles and he lets it up.
"Kevin, you alright?" One of the other men ask. "You see a sprite or something? You're whiter than our sheep."
"Take over here." He says, getting up and dusting his gloves off. No one here questions his gloves. The also don't question his need not to be touched. That's why he loves being here.
"Jake, go help with the flock." He says, staring at Josh. His eyes are cold and distant. This isn't the way it was supposed to happen.
"Sure, Kev. You alright?" Jake asks.
"Yeah, go on." Kevin hasn't taken his eyes off of Josh. "Mimsy, sit." The big Rottweiler sits next to his feet. He sighs. He'd known, sooner or later, that someone would come looking for him. Can't hide from Cerebra or Cerebro or whatever they're calling it these days. Not that Kevin cares. He can't. Being with the XMen had made him into a person he hadn't liked. Running had been the only option. Now, he's found peace. Should've known they'd come and destroy that.
Kevin's broadened in the time he's been gone, put on muscle. He's a bit taller now too. He jerks his head toward the cottage at the back. "Come on. We'll talk." He is going to make it very clear that he sure as hell is not going back. And why they would send Josh of all people baffles him. "Come on, Mimsy." She stands and trots after Kevin.
Daddy, she needs a treat! That's what going in while the sheep are still being trimmed means, right? TREAT!
Kevin's cottage is neat and tidy. There are a few dog toys scattered about, books on forging, in fact, there are books everywhere. The other thing there is? Cookware. None of it dirty, but he's got a lot of it hanging on his walls. He walks over and pours a mug of coffee, offering it to Josh. "I ain't goin' back." He says, bluntly. Better to get that out in the open.
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"Kevin, you alright?" One of the other men ask. "You see a sprite or something? You're whiter than our sheep."
"Take over here." He says, getting up and dusting his gloves off. No one here questions his gloves. The also don't question his need not to be touched. That's why he loves being here.
"Jake, go help with the flock." He says, staring at Josh. His eyes are cold and distant. This isn't the way it was supposed to happen.
"Sure, Kev. You alright?" Jake asks.
"Yeah, go on." Kevin hasn't taken his eyes off of Josh. "Mimsy, sit." The big Rottweiler sits next to his feet. He sighs. He'd known, sooner or later, that someone would come looking for him. Can't hide from Cerebra or Cerebro or whatever they're calling it these days. Not that Kevin cares. He can't. Being with the XMen had made him into a person he hadn't liked. Running had been the only option. Now, he's found peace. Should've known they'd come and destroy that.
Kevin's broadened in the time he's been gone, put on muscle. He's a bit taller now too. He jerks his head toward the cottage at the back. "Come on. We'll talk." He is going to make it very clear that he sure as hell is not going back. And why they would send Josh of all people baffles him. "Come on, Mimsy." She stands and trots after Kevin.
Daddy, she needs a treat! That's what going in while the sheep are still being trimmed means, right? TREAT!
Kevin's cottage is neat and tidy. There are a few dog toys scattered about, books on forging, in fact, there are books everywhere. The other thing there is? Cookware. None of it dirty, but he's got a lot of it hanging on his walls. He walks over and pours a mug of coffee, offering it to Josh. "I ain't goin' back." He says, bluntly. Better to get that out in the open.