.       it’s not an idea bobby is at ALL comfortable with. no, it’s actually one of his greatest fears, that he’ll lose control, and shut someone down in a big way. like…FOREVER. he’s not sure it’s something he can even do for ky’lar, and needless to say the idea sours in the pit of his stomach, ruining his usually lighthearted disposition. his lips purse, brow furrowing, and he stares intently at the ground for a long while before his gaze finally raises to meet ky’lar’s.

     ❝ okay. ❞ he doesn’t WANT to, hopes it doesn’t come to that, but he knows that if he can’t do it for some reason it won’t take long for the other x-men to get here. people who are more seasoned, more capable of controlling the situation.

     ❝ i promise. now let’s get that simulation going.

❞

_{he wanted the promise due to the fact there was a REAL possibility that he would get out of control. if that happened, ky’lar wanted to know that bobby would take the NECESSARY steps to protect himself. if he couldn’t, there would be no clue what would happen, and he hoped that it wouldn’t get that far.}

_{a nod was soon given. after-all, there was no going back once the simulation was started, and part of him knew this was a bad idea. he was angry, always was, and there was doubt that it would ever change. it was the one constant in his life, and most days…. he could just barely keep everything under control.}

    _{“Let’s get started then.”}