Messed Up

Leo flinches, but still gets beaned in the head with Cassy's sock. He smirks at her, but even though his eyes were tired, humor was still visible. "Okay, okay, I got it! But once you wanna leave and I'm begging you to stay and clinging to your legs as you try to walk out the door, I'll remind you that you said you wanted to be here."

Giving her a crooked grin, he shakes his head. "Breakfast, um... something light?" He pats his stomach. "I think I can handle just about anything as long as it's not greasy or spicy."


"Oh, you sweet woman." Eli accepts the breakfast with a murmur of pleasure. "Did I ever tell you that you're the best sister in the world? Eh... except for the popcorn part."

Laughing, he accepts the breakfast sandwich, his mouth already watering. Hearing Ryan's question, his eyebrows rise. "There ain't no 'maybe' about the kiss, I'll tell you that much." He smirks at her, knowing that he was leaving way too much to her imagination, but he found it quite funny.

Putting a foot up on a chair to fix the laces in his boot, he shrugs. "Don't know what I'm gonna do yet, but I'm working on her bike, so I gotta call her regardless. Thinking about asking her out again but... not sure yet."

He'd just given Ryan a whole lot of nothing and he knew it. Straightening back up, he flashes her a smile and waves the sandwich before taking a bite. "Thanks, Speedy. I'll see ya tonight."

Heading outside, he walks to his bike, eating as he went. Then sitting on his bike, he starts it up, but just sits for a few moments until he's finished breakfast before putting on his helmet and driving to work.


Having Hope turn around and give him her response, Scott could feel his gut twist just a little bit. Why did it hurt her when he asked to leave? He didn't understand. He kept his arms around her shoulders though, part of him wanting nothing more than to be with her, while the other part of him wanted to feed off his anger and hurt, still upset she'd brought him here.

Completely going around what Hope had said, Scott reverts to her previous question. "Yeah... what Hawks said did bother me. Now not only was I too weak to keep myself from the Agency in the first place, but now I'm too weak to even keep myself away from a place like this. It really is all in my head."

Scott lets his hands slide from Hope and drop to his sides before tucking them in his hoodie pockets. "I don't know how to... tell myself that what I did was fine... normal... all I could do. It's just not good enough." His tone drops a little, wavering between hurt and growing cold once again. "So basically my option is to either let myself go totally insane and let the Agency data take over, or live in misery, recognizing it was my own fault but being told not to be upset with myself for it."

He wasn't even sure he was making sense anymore, and he sighs in frustration. "I don't know who I am anymore, Hope. I don't... I... I don't feel like me. It's all... messed up."