Β heβd been helping with the reconstruction efforts since it all began, from glossing over plans to hammering nails into support beams. this is home after all, the very place a wounded fifteen year old boy came to seek refuge. back then it wasnβt really a school and he was but one of five soldiers recruited for a war much bigger than any of them. if these walls could speak theyβd tell his story as theyβve seen it unfold; lonely boy turned leader, child turned soldier, lover turned widower. heβs not the same boy and itβs not the same home but heβll make it so just the same. no charles. now itβs up to him to create a home for kids like him.
Β this time will be better, he promises. children wonβt fight his war and theyβll never know the battlefield like he had. theyβll never know the loss thatβs weighed on heavy shoulders which he had to endure. no, this would be a place to learn, to train their powers and grow comfortable in their own skin, to make a family for those who no longer have one. itβs almost ironic, he thinks. he needs the found family just as much as the kids heβs supposed to be teaching. jeanβ¦..going on without her seems near impossible. the mere thought of it makes him want to go back to work right away. anything to stop himself from remembering why sheβs not around.Β
he shakes his head, sighing in frustration and heading over to grab a drink of water. a hand raises to push sweat dampened hair from his eyes, peering down at emma as she sits in her chair.Β β we canβt have that can we? β he teases.Β β lucky for you, my nails are run down enough for the both of us.Β β he lifts a hand for show, sawdust and chalk caked around his fingers.Β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Her face scrunched at the state of Scottβs nails. Sometimes she wonders how in the world had they managed to get together. They were so different. She was like an exquisite mineralize water, while Scott was oil. Two different substances that weren't at any point expected to combine. But somehow, someway -- They made it work.
βΒ Scott dear, you do realize that there is a reason Warren and I are paying those laborers right? And it certainly wasnβt for our Fearless Leader to put those poor men to shame.Β β
She rose from her seat, her blonde hair freely blowing out in the wind.Her lips framing a grin as she delicately put her glass of wine on the table alongside her. Emmaβs feet moved towards Scott, her skin urging to touch his. It was practically juvenile how he affected her. She had a feeling that she return in first grade, feeling all warm and fluffy.Β
βΒ However, I do have to say --Β β She said, arms wrapping themselves around Scottβs tight neck.Β βΒ Youβre the best-looking construction man out there.β she whispered, giving him a lively wink.
