Scott set her plate in front of her, pouring her a drink.
She looked down at it. "Poison?"
"No."
She shrugged, picking up her fork. Scott sat down, starting to eat.
"It's good thanks," she smiled. He slid a card across the table.
She looked at it. "What's this?"
"It's a credit card. You're an authorized user. My end of the deal, dear."
Her lips quirked up, as she put it in her bra. "I see. Well, then."
He ate quietly, and so did she for a moment.
"I got another 100," he remarked.
She looked up. "Did you cheat?"
He put his fork down. "How dare you."
She chuckled. "I'm just messing with you. What was it in?"
"Biology. Can you believe it? 24 and still having to take biology."
"Well soon you and all yo ur genius glory will be an intern."
He wrinkled his nose making her giggle. He smiled softly at her laugh.
"Can you imagine me doing scut work? Ridiculous. I've gotta be able to test outta that shit right?" He asked desperately.
Ana inhaled deeply, almost choking on her slaughter. "You can't test put of fucking internship how do they know you won't fuck it up?"
"I'll tell them I had a delusion about being a surgeon," he said flatly. "And that in my delusion I already did all that shit."
She snorted. "I don't think white privilege will cover that."
"Oh it absolutely should. I burn in the sun, and I was told that means what I say goes," he chuckled.
"Even at seven?"
"My name is Scott," was his simple reply. "I mean who the fuck? My credit score was 800 just out of the womb,"
"Just out of the pussy, buying a fiat," she laughed.
"Fucking Chrysler is like; that looks like a responsible baby," He mocked.
"He definitely works 40 hours a week," she added.
"Oh yeah, he doesn't do his own taxes," Scott nodded.
They fizzled out of giggles into a calm silence.
"I was in Peds today and one of the kids called me mommy," She said, setting her empty plate further away from her.
"Did your heart just burst?" Scott asked.
"It did. Almost exploded in my damn chest." She smiled. "Such a cute kid too, really sweet. Annika. She's my favorite. She knows I'm not her mother but she keeps calling me mommy anyway."
"You told me about Annika. Her parents are dead, aren't they?"
Ana nodded. "I want to adopt her. I love that little girl. But I'm not fit to be anyone's mother. I just wish someone would take care of her."
Scott sighed. "If you want to adopt her, you should. When you're stable. Since she already loves you."
Morgana sighed. "I'm not cut out to be a mother, Scott. It's not in my genes."
He shrugged. "Then change your jeans."
"You know what I mean," she glared.
He smiled. "I think you can do anything, Ana. There's nothing you're not capable of."
She sighed. "My own hype man," he picked up her empty plate and his own, putting it in the dishwasher.
"That's me," he said softly. "Your biggest fan."
She got up, stretching, before opening her arms. He cocked his head turning around.
"What?"
She made grabby hands. "Hug. No one's hugged you in a long time, right?"
He inhaled. "I don't know if anyone's ever hugged me at all."
He walked into her embrace slowly. Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around her gently. She hugged firmly. He closed his eyes.
She rubbed his back gently. "So? How do you feel about hugs so far?"
He smiled with a sniffle. "Holy shit. I think my heart is breaking."
She laughed. "It's okay. You'll get used to it."
He grasped the back of her shirt tightly holding on to her. He smiled. A hug. This was a hug. Had no one ever...
No. Not even his mother. He could feel her heart beat. Feel her ribs expanding with every breath. She was soft. Soft and warm and inviting and comforting.
"You know how they say," he whispered, "About core memories?"
She nodded.
He smiled. "This is one of my mine now. I don't think I'll ever forget this."
She pulled back, looking up at him. He stared down at her, looking away. Maybe he was misreading the air.
He realized the death grip he had on the fabric of her shirt. He released his grip, letting his hands did rest on her hips.
He pulled her a little closer. He couldn't quite thing. Was she looking at him in a way...?
"How are you," he rasped lowly. "How are you looking at me right now?"
Her lips quirked up a bit. "I think it's the way you're looking at me." She whispered back.
He blinked. The way he was looking at her?
She smiled. "You're not...ready for this yet."
He smiled back; not bothering to refute it. "You're electric. I don't know why you don't see that."
"See what?"
"You. The way I see you."
