[Yeah, what a shitload of good "sorry" ever did anyone. John scoffs at it, even as he softens a little, and turns to look at the roaring fire, resting his hand over his mouth. Absent the cool metal of his Zippo on his lips, John feels agitated and lost, even with the flames warming the room. Then again, Mystique would know what taking his Zippo would do to him, besides disarming him. And again, Mystique would know what it meant when Magneto shows a little bit of curiosity and faith and trust: let's see how well you've done, but tread carefully.
That makes him relax, just infinitesimally, and Kevin's outburst and his apology don't hurt either. Kid still has a heart. Maybe this wasn't a waste of time.
John drops his arm in resignation, turns his unwavering, angry eyes back to Kevin. He reaches out with his foot and kicks the other chair.]
Whatever. Just sit, you're making me nervous standing around like that.
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That makes him relax, just infinitesimally, and Kevin's outburst and his apology don't hurt either. Kid still has a heart. Maybe this wasn't a waste of time.
John drops his arm in resignation, turns his unwavering, angry eyes back to Kevin. He reaches out with his foot and kicks the other chair.]
Whatever. Just sit, you're making me nervous standing around like that.