blauerdamonkurt wagner ⚔️ nightcrawlerDate: 2025-01-15 05:37 am (UTC)
Kurt also looks at the bowl of eggs. "You don't have to do another dozen eggs," he echoes and claps a hand on Scott's shoulder. "Let's put them in the fridge. We can make egg salad sandwiches for everyone tomorrow."
seeingredscott summers ⊗ cyclopsDate: 2025-01-15 08:48 am (UTC)
"I was going to mash those up for egg salad," Scott admits, indicating the nearby plate of rejects (edible but insufficiently identical deviled eggs). Normally, he's conscientious about food waste, but his anxiety may have gotten the better of him today.
He presses a finger to the bridge of his glasses, one of the quiet signs that Scott is reining in a headache and/or nervous breakdown. The solid weight of Kurt's three-fingered hand on his shoulder grounds him. "No. You're right," Scott says a moment later. "That's a tomorrow problem. Let's get this in the fridge."
blauerdamonkurt wagner ⚔️ nightcrawlerDate: 2025-01-17 06:40 am (UTC)
The finished eggs. The undone eggs. The discarded eggs. Scott has really been at this all day. Kurt feels a sinking guilt that he should have checked in on Scott sooner, redirected him somehow. Charles might have known how to help better than Kurt can, but that's no excuse. Charles isn't around right now. This is Kurt's responsibility.
"Let me handle the rest of the kitchen," Kurt insists, letting go of Scott so he can take custody of the bowl of eggs. His tail pulls the platter of "imperfect" eggs closer to him, as if to say this too. "Deliver your divine creations, Scott, and I will clean up."
ARRIVALS: Scott & Kurt
ARRIVALS: Scott & Kurt
He presses a finger to the bridge of his glasses, one of the quiet signs that Scott is reining in a headache and/or nervous breakdown. The solid weight of Kurt's three-fingered hand on his shoulder grounds him. "No. You're right," Scott says a moment later. "That's a tomorrow problem. Let's get this in the fridge."
ARRIVALS: Scott & Kurt
"Let me handle the rest of the kitchen," Kurt insists, letting go of Scott so he can take custody of the bowl of eggs. His tail pulls the platter of "imperfect" eggs closer to him, as if to say this too. "Deliver your divine creations, Scott, and I will clean up."