[There's so much more that Alan isn't saying. Scott can tell that much - he can practically smell it, though he's not sure what name to put to those emotions. Disappointment? Longing? He waits a long time, lets silence fall and stretch between them.
It's been so long in his mind, since the Argents were a danger to him - it's not that Scott forgets, really, it's that he can forgive so completely that transgressions become less, become softer and faded. All he knows is that something isn't right here. Something isn't being shared.
He turns to root through drawers again, finally coming up with a bra and grabbing a tee shirt at random. He can't just ignore this, because if nothing else, Alan should be a friend. So he stops, lets out a quiet breath, and turns back to the only Argent in the room.]
What happened? You're not...You're not telling me something. Why'd you think we'd still be together?
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It's been so long in his mind, since the Argents were a danger to him - it's not that Scott forgets, really, it's that he can forgive so completely that transgressions become less, become softer and faded. All he knows is that something isn't right here. Something isn't being shared.
He turns to root through drawers again, finally coming up with a bra and grabbing a tee shirt at random. He can't just ignore this, because if nothing else, Alan should be a friend. So he stops, lets out a quiet breath, and turns back to the only Argent in the room.]
What happened? You're not...You're not telling me something. Why'd you think we'd still be together?