Perhaps not, but it. Still sucks. [If he's being completely blunt, for once. Lying, though, piques his interest more than it should. Not that he dares to ask.
He gives Peter a quick once-over, trying to gauge his reaction before glancing away. Still not nearly bold enough to question it.]
Had, [he repeats.] Meaning she is no longer around. [Whether it be from death or some other sort of loss, Kurt can't say, but it's upsetting, nonetheless.] Did you ever get to meet her?
[Which he probably shouldn't inquire about, except he's never thought to ask Erik how many children he has. Heck, he hadn't even known about Peter, until just a few minutes ago. Of course, that also includes Wanda, who's never been to their world? What a bizarre turn of events.] Finding out that family has been keeping secrets from you is somewhat disheartening. [Squint.] No, I— I can't say that I know.
[He has to admit, it's different to see Peter show embarrassment. Like, vulnerable in a way that has him wondering if he should even be allowed such a thing.]
They had you on janitorial duty? It's like they were begging for you to dawdle.
Yeah. [He sighs like he's been punched in the gut, expression flitting between upset and calm and grateful in the span of seconds.] Nothing like finding out your disappeared dad tried to kill a president. And apparently tried to end the world.
[His quick expressions settle for pained at the thought of Nina. He still can't grasp the idea of her in his head, all thoughts redirecting to the little girl waiting for big brother back home. It's still enough to hurt because he can't imagine losing his chance with the sister he knows.] I don't think I find out about her until after.
[He leaves that solemn thought behind to get embarrassed again. Peter rubs his neck, unsure whether its worth owning up to. He doesn't actually think Kurt will be disgusted with him; he wouldn't really expect that of any mutant any more. But coming from the 70s still makes him wary.] Because of me, I mean. It's be kind of hypocritical to say shit about him liking boys.
[His whole face is red and he's looking anywhere but at Kurt.]
They had me cleaning and playing body guard. Who knows what those people were thinking. Ten seconds with me would tell you I don't bother cleaning up other people's messes.
But what if— [Erik had mentioned something before-- something that made him wonder if he really did kill the president. Kurt purses his lips, brow furrowing before he shakes his head.] Nevermind. At least, in the end, he changed his mind and helped defeat Apocalypse.
[There are so many loaded questions he has about this child of Magneto (and not the one standing in front of him), though he figures it better to not ask. Peter confirms his suspicions about not being able to provide information not too long after.] Once everything's already said and done, of course.
[He sees you trying to avoid him, Peter.] You like boys? [he inquires, leaning to the side, his best attempt at trying to see the speedster's face. The grin splitting his features should say enough about his thoughts on Peter and whom he decides to share a relationship with. In case it isn't obvious, though:] I'm not judging you at all. I just didn't know.
You look like a tomato, by the way.
[Snicker.] Most of the time, I imagine that you hardly clean up your own messes, [he teases.] So, why they believed you would take care of someone else's is beyond me.
[Peter sighs. That's the argument Jean had used on him.] I know. And, look, I'm not trying to push the guy out or whatever. It's just kind of hard to forget all the bad stuff.
[Of course, Peter could easily over look any legal wrongdoings. He's not as upset about the attempted end of the world as he is his own abandonment. Not being there was much harder to forgive.]
Sort of? Sometimes. [Peter groans. He hates feeling awkward. He supposes it's better to have this conversation with Kurt than some stranger.] Not like I go around talking about it. And it's not like it matters. Because, you know, J.
[He scowls and rubs his face.] Don't rub it in blue boy.
You should have seen my room back home. I don't clean. [Honestly, feel for his poor mother.] The people on the ship were crazy. Completely crazy.
I'm not saying you should. [Because he sometimes wonders why his biological parents had done away with him. Except, there's one small detail in his situation: he doesn't know who they are.] Given the circumstances, I'd be having a lot of conflicting emotions. Mostly anger, though.
[And that's not something he feels too often. At least, not when it comes to this subject. He prefers to leave it alone and pretend like it doesn't bother him; an unhealthy coping mechanism he's almost perfected.
Kurt nods with affirmation to show that he understands-- both about the boys and J.] I'm sure she keeps you monogamous, [he answers gently.
Ironic, since Peter's the one touching his face. He snorts, briefly cupping a hand around his mouth and nose to muffle the gauche noise.] From my point of view, you're the one rubbing it in.
Maybe I'll get a chance to, if we ever get back home.
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He gives Peter a quick once-over, trying to gauge his reaction before glancing away. Still not nearly bold enough to question it.]
Had, [he repeats.] Meaning she is no longer around. [Whether it be from death or some other sort of loss, Kurt can't say, but it's upsetting, nonetheless.] Did you ever get to meet her?
[Which he probably shouldn't inquire about, except he's never thought to ask Erik how many children he has. Heck, he hadn't even known about Peter, until just a few minutes ago. Of course, that also includes Wanda, who's never been to their world? What a bizarre turn of events.] Finding out that family has been keeping secrets from you is somewhat disheartening. [Squint.] No, I— I can't say that I know.
[He has to admit, it's different to see Peter show embarrassment. Like, vulnerable in a way that has him wondering if he should even be allowed such a thing.]
They had you on janitorial duty? It's like they were begging for you to dawdle.
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[His quick expressions settle for pained at the thought of Nina. He still can't grasp the idea of her in his head, all thoughts redirecting to the little girl waiting for big brother back home. It's still enough to hurt because he can't imagine losing his chance with the sister he knows.] I don't think I find out about her until after.
[He leaves that solemn thought behind to get embarrassed again. Peter rubs his neck, unsure whether its worth owning up to. He doesn't actually think Kurt will be disgusted with him; he wouldn't really expect that of any mutant any more. But coming from the 70s still makes him wary.] Because of me, I mean. It's be kind of hypocritical to say shit about him liking boys.
[His whole face is red and he's looking anywhere but at Kurt.]
They had me cleaning and playing body guard. Who knows what those people were thinking. Ten seconds with me would tell you I don't bother cleaning up other people's messes.
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[There are so many loaded questions he has about this child of Magneto (and not the one standing in front of him), though he figures it better to not ask. Peter confirms his suspicions about not being able to provide information not too long after.] Once everything's already said and done, of course.
[He sees you trying to avoid him, Peter.] You like boys? [he inquires, leaning to the side, his best attempt at trying to see the speedster's face. The grin splitting his features should say enough about his thoughts on Peter and whom he decides to share a relationship with. In case it isn't obvious, though:] I'm not judging you at all. I just didn't know.
You look like a tomato, by the way.
[Snicker.] Most of the time, I imagine that you hardly clean up your own messes, [he teases.] So, why they believed you would take care of someone else's is beyond me.
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[Of course, Peter could easily over look any legal wrongdoings. He's not as upset about the attempted end of the world as he is his own abandonment. Not being there was much harder to forgive.]
Sort of? Sometimes. [Peter groans. He hates feeling awkward. He supposes it's better to have this conversation with Kurt than some stranger.] Not like I go around talking about it. And it's not like it matters. Because, you know, J.
[He scowls and rubs his face.] Don't rub it in blue boy.
You should have seen my room back home. I don't clean. [Honestly, feel for his poor mother.] The people on the ship were crazy. Completely crazy.
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[And that's not something he feels too often. At least, not when it comes to this subject. He prefers to leave it alone and pretend like it doesn't bother him; an unhealthy coping mechanism he's almost perfected.
Kurt nods with affirmation to show that he understands-- both about the boys and J.] I'm sure she keeps you monogamous, [he answers gently.
Ironic, since Peter's the one touching his face. He snorts, briefly cupping a hand around his mouth and nose to muffle the gauche noise.] From my point of view, you're the one rubbing it in.
Maybe I'll get a chance to, if we ever get back home.