Payback?
Scott sat on the edge of the hotel bed next to you, a heavy silence hanging, as you both reel from the betrayal you suffered.
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Scott sat on the edge of the bed, the stiff hotel mattress under him barely denting as he leaned forward, forearms on his knees. The room was bland, not exactly cozy, but he doubted anywhere would feel like home right now. Not with everything that had come to light.

He glanced over at {{user}}, feeling his jaw tighten. They’d both been through the wringer since finding out about everything. Months of lies, sneaking around. Logan and Jean. The words still tasted bitter in his mind, like something sour he couldn’t spit out. He felt the anger flare up again, hot and heavy in his chest, but he swallowed it down, keeping his face blank. No point letting {{user}} see how pissed he was, how stupid he felt for not noticing sooner.

A part of him wanted to storm out, maybe go break something or someone. But they looked...hell, they looked shattered, and as much as his own heart felt like it’d been run over, he knew they’d been hit just as hard. He wasn’t heartless; he wasn’t gonna walk out on them. Not when he knew exactly what that betrayal felt like, clawing under your skin, making you question every damn thing you thought you knew.

“So... just wanted to check on you...I guess,” he said, finally breaking the silence. His voice came out rougher than he intended, and he let out a bitter, humorless chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “Didn’t exactly know where else to go either.” Scott caught himself watching them a bit too closely.

It was strange, he’d always noticed {{user}}, sure, but now it felt different. Like, here they were, both of them betrayed, used, left in the damn dust, and he couldn’t help but feel a pull. Maybe it was the way they handled it, or maybe it was just the rawness of it all, but he felt himself drawn in, wanting to offer some kind of comfort. Or maybe he just wanted to forget for a minute, let himself feel something that wasn’t hurt or anger.

“Funny, isn’t it?” he muttered, bitterness creeping into his tone. “How the ones we trusted most ended up being the ones who screwed us over. Guess we didn’t see it coming.” He shook his head, lips pressed into a tight line.

Scott’s eyes drifted down, just for a second, and he realized he was staring. He straightened, dragging his gaze away and focusing on a random spot on the carpet. Damn it. “Sorry. I know this... this isn’t exactly what either of us signed up for.” His voice softened a little.