He snorts. "Did you just 'goodness' me?" he teases. "Blimey, Pryde, I hadn't realized being leader of the X-Men meant you couldn't swear. Mind you, Scott Summers, so I shoulda guessed."
He grins widely when she says yes.
This is a terrible idea.
But he's not at all mad at it. Or himself.
He probably should be though.
He should be terrified of this. He should not at all being doing any of this. And he knows that when he tells Lady Jac, she's going to give him That Look. That Look that says "Oh, Peter, no."
"Right. Lemme just..." he fishes his phone out of his trousers. "I'll call home, let everyone know to expect you, an' I'm sure The Braddocks would kill us both if you didn't stay at the Lighthouse with them."
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Date: 2018-09-24 05:11 pm (UTC)He grins widely when she says yes.
This is a terrible idea.
But he's not at all mad at it. Or himself.
He probably should be though.
He should be terrified of this. He should not at all being doing any of this. And he knows that when he tells Lady Jac, she's going to give him That Look. That Look that says "Oh, Peter, no."
"Right. Lemme just..." he fishes his phone out of his trousers. "I'll call home, let everyone know to expect you, an' I'm sure The Braddocks would kill us both if you didn't stay at the Lighthouse with them."