nextgenerationmarvel | Time for a talk.

WHEN: Friday afternoon
WHAT: May needs to have words with Jay
WHERE: His room
WHO: Jay and May

It's been sometime since she's seen Jay.

It might be the best for right now, considering May had to juggle quite a few things. Like asking certian best friends of certian fathers if she could get rides back up to college for the rest of the semester in the Fantasticar until she could transfer to Columiba University come the next Fall term.

Or hold off a while longer, that wasn't such a bad idea... again. Though she was pretty sure her father would flip his mind if she decided to hold off on going to college, again. It wasn't too pretty.

But after that was done, she realized she needed to go talk to someone. Not that May much cared if someone saw her walking down the familiar hall. She figured - and she wasn't great at this, she was often thick as toast - this could be encouraging.

And it was time to tell Jay things, really. A lot of things, notably after his rampage. Because the one time they talked before then had gone... poorly. She pauses at his door, and then she knocks.

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"Hey. Look up. Your shoes need to stop being so lucky." He tentatively reached out to put a finger under her chin to make May look him in the eye.

He let out a deep breath. "I was angry. At you a little. More at me. I'm still angry at me for letting you go. I don't... I don't care how many changes you make 'til you find happiness. I still love you."

Which could possibly send May running from the room. The monster-guy was still hung up on her.

"They're scruffy," She protested softly as he tilted her head up, her eyes big and blue and ashamed of herself. For not speaking up sooner. For making him feel so conflicted.

"I'd be very angry at me. No discussion. Just... poof. 'Off to College, have fun' and --" May's eyes became startled, "You.... you're still in love with me?"

Her lips twitched quietly into a smile. So very faint, but it was a smile.

"Give me a week. I can get scruffy, too." He gave her a slightly uncertain smile when she looked up at him. Though his warm, brown eyes twinkled just a tiny bit.

"Yes, I am," he answered simply. It didn't need much adornment he thought. It was the truth.

"Don't. You. Dare. You look like a muskrat who overdosed on steroids." Her smile returns again, head dips down once before looking up. "I... I missed you a lot. I'm still not over you, either. I'm..."

A deep breath as she reached out for his free hand. "I'm staying after the spring term ends. I'm borrowing Mr. Storm's car for a little bit so I can come back here more often."

"Muskrats don't have my soul patch." Which was usually about the extent of the facial hair he could grow in. If he ever became a hermit who didn't shave, he'd be hiding in embarrassment.

It took him a moment to let it sink in. He reached for one of her hands with one of his. "So... that means... we can be a we?"

"... yeah, they'd look pretty adorable with a soul patch." She cracked a smile, eyes going down at the lameness of her joke, eyes flashing up at him with warmth. She'd just have to send him razors if he became a hermit.

"I... I'd like to be we again. I know there's a lot we both need to work out. Some things we need to talk about. But... yes. I want to be we again."

"I'm sensing you don't find facial hair attractive on me," Jay said slowly as he squinted slightly at her. Like it was hard to divine females. Which it was for him usually, but he picked up that tidbit.

He took in a breath. "Then we're together. Decision's unanimous."

For the first time since he rampaged, Jay smiled and meant it.

"I... wouldn't kick you out of places for it. I'll be honest on that.' She grinned at the squinting, and she realized she hadn't smiled like this in a long time. She felt ... more like home. She would be okay here.

Maybe her destiny was here.

"We'll have a twitter party. We'll be bigger than the 2012 election."

She goes to her toes, hands on his shoulder. They do need to talk about the rampage, but things need to happen. Like a kiss.

The foot difference in height really didn't bother Jay. Then again, he just had to stoop down instead of get on his toes. It didn't matter to him if he got to kiss May.

And boy, did Jay kiss his once-ex-now-back girlfriend. With every bit of longing he had stockpiled since she went off to college.

Despite the laws of physcis she frequently breaks, May wrapped her arms around Jay's neck and pulled herself up to give him a more comfortable position to kiss her with. Her kiss was warm and with nearly equal force.

She hadn't kissed anyone since their break up.

He slipped his arms around her to hold her against his body. Just so when he straightened up, he was doubly sure her lips would still be on his.

Eventually, Jay had to remember to breathe. Some biological imperatives could not be avoided.

"Wow," he breathed with a grin. "I've missed that, too."

He was a secure and courteous young man, Jay was. Not that May minded, she missed the taste of his mouth and the feel of his lips on hers. Missed his arms and missed...everything.

Breathing was good, but she still felt breathless after a healthy glup of air.

"Yeah, I can't say I didn't miss it. So we just... still got things to talk about. But it's gonna be easier."

"Yeah. Okay." It was just sort of a general agreement. It took a few minutes for what May actually said to parse. Jay wasn't sure what things they were going to talk about, but it gave him a little bit of trepidation. He thought he might need to sit.

He wasn't about to let of of May though. He tried to maneuver them both to sit on his bed. It was Hulk-sized, so it took up a lot of the room, and it was the most convenient sitting surface.

"Wh-What else we got to talk about?"

The large bed usually would give May ideas. Today is simply does not allow her to have those ideas right now. Now she needed to focus on the present.
She quietly touched Jay's hand to look up at him, lips quietly quirking into a sad smile, "I think we need to talk about that rampage, Jay."

His jaw worked for a moment but no sounds came out. He really didn't want to talk about it, and his throat was obliging. He just wanted to hide and forget it. Except he couldn't.

Not if he was going to have May back. She deserved his best.

He managed to find his voice. "What... do you want to know?"

"You seemed..." She began, her hand turned in the air to make gestures, as if to spin words. She lacked her father's ability to do that sometimes. Most times she lacked it when they had to be meaningful; not light and airy to show the world she wasn't afraid.

"You knew me and didn't. And I... I wanted to know what else I might have done to you. Besides... you know, bending up?" Since they were back together and apparently their bond hadn't broken as cleanly as they hoped.

"I... I don't remember much of it. Not after Dr. Green had someone go in my head. Play with my memories." There was a spot on the floor Jay's eyes were finding extremely fascinating. A small stain he was trying to figure out what it was in the shape of.

"While she was in my head... messing with memories, he was trying to get gamma radiation.So, I let go. I... stopped holding the rage in. It took over."

He shifted a bit. "After I let it go, I couldn't rein it in. One of the times I almost got through, it was you. But rage will grab any hurt and use it. I fought hard, but I couldn't stop it enough. A duck."

Time for a talk.

It confuses the hell out of him.

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