"Not really. She's....just....her...." Oneca sighed deeply, pressing close to him as much from a need for comfort as from the cold. Her hand slipped down out of her jacket in search of his, she twined her fingers through his and hoped he wouldn't flinch away from her now.

She'd never hurt someone like that before. Sure, she'd made people feel bad, emotionally, but the most she'd ever done physically was some pushing and hair pulling a Girl Scout camp for the brief period that her parents had though stranding her in the woods with a bunch of whiny girls that only had her gender and general age range in common. She'd thought her powers were pretty cool, and kinda understood that they could be destructive. Realizing that if you get pissed enough, you could kill someone was a little disconcerting.

He could feel her shivering.

He held her hand tightly, letting her know he was there. "Okay, she totally screwed up her approach, but I can accept that she was just being concerned."

He looked at her as the walked along the well melted path, thanks to Hotstreak. Revenant wasn't the most thoughtful of guys at times, but he'd gone through shit in his life just like anyone else. He knew confusion, fear, love and hate. Something was trouble ing her and it wasn't her sister interrupting their kiss. "But that's not what's bothering you is it?"

She kept her head low, swallowing hard, and then stopped abruptly on the path. "I've....I've never hurt someone," she said softly. "Not like that. I mean, it's Sonja. She'll be fine. She heals everything, but what if it had been someone else? What if I lose control....really lose control? Most people are stupid and douchebags and don't deserve half the shit they have, but....I...I don't want be a monster."

She looked away, unable to meet his eyes. "Not like that."

Something in her wanted to pull him close and just hold on to him, drown in his warmth and the feel of his arms around her. She'd liked boys before, and she wasn't really sure if this anything more than that sort of like, but the ache inside her was new. What's happening to me?

"You're not a monster. Hey," He said to her softly and gently turned her head back to face him. "All you need to learn is control. I can help you learn it. I know what you're going through, when my gene first activated I didn't have any control either."

He stepped close to her and wrapped his arms around her. "It's okay to screw up Oneca, you got angry and something happened. Nothing can change the past, but together we'll help you learn control. Okay?"

He smiled. "Don't worry about your sister, she'll be fine. At the risk of sounding incredibly cheesy and completely sensitive n' shit. Familial love is messy, clingy, and usually of an annoying and repetitive pattern, like bad wallpaper." He winked at her and tried to pry a smile from her lips. "But, just because Sonja doesn't love you the way you want her to doesn't mean she doesn't love you with everything she's got."

She snuggled into the hug, half listening to what he said but mostly just basking in the fact that he hadn't flinched away or told her off.

"Hmph, if she loves me much more, I'm gonna get thrown through a wall."

She shivered again, this time from an errant breeze that dropped the temperature around them another good five degrees. "Where do you want to go? I don't really know where much is yet, except my room and the cafeteria."

He laughed a bit. "Yeah, same boat here." Then thought about it. "I mean, my room and the cafeteria, not your room."

He didn't like the idea, but he broke off the embrace. "Let's at least get inside. You can come hang out in my room for a bit if you like, or we could go to yours if you'd like to change." He made a motion towards her corsetry. "I admit to hating you putting those puppies away, no offense, but that can't be comfortable all the time. But either way," He shivered a bit. "It's frickin' cold out here and you're wearing less than me, so let's hammer out details inside."

She nodded, "Yeah, breathing might make things better."

She pulled him along to her dorm and up to her room, which was obviously mostly decorated for her tastes, blacked out windows and all. One of the beds had a bit more color to it and was obviously battling for some presence in the lair. The jury was still out on whether or not it was going to make it. She grabbed a black, long-sleeved pull-over and some matching comfy black pants. She gave him a speculative grin, but disappeared into the bathroom to change. Unlike the horror stories he'd heard about girls, she was back out in only a few minutes, corset and dress over one arm and looking much softer if no less sexy in the pull-over and pants.

She tossed the dress and corset into her hamper and curled a leg under her as she sat on her bed. "So....this is my room. I still haven't met my roommate, but either she's a girl or wishes he was." She seemed a bit more nervous now, as if it had just struck her that she was alone in her room with a boy and she wasn't quite sure what to do about it.

He looked around a bit as she led him in, enjoying the hold of her hand as long as he could until she had to let him go. The roomies bed certainly did stick out amongst the black but he preferred Oneca's tastes, now if only he could smother the living sun he was stuck rooming with.

He smiled back at her as she grinned before entering the bathroom to change. Not sure what to do while he waited he wandered a bit looking at the desk that was obviously hers by way of the decorations. He grinned slightly and picked up a nick-nack or two to better get a good look at them before setting them down where he found them. Anticipation was always the one thing that made time move at its slowest and Warren quickly realized that after looking at his hosts desk ornaments he'd run out of things to do while he waited.

Accepting his defeat at the hands of slowed time he sighed slightly and removed his heavy leather coat, hanging it over the back of her roommate's desk chair. Underneath the heavy coat was an incredibly black and faded Guns' n Roses: Appetite for Destruction t-shirt that looked like he probably mugged Larry the Cable Guy for it with the way the sleeves were torn off of it. For a teen his arms thick and toned, like an athlete who worked out regularly. He was secretly grateful that a majority og his muscle tone was thanks to his X-gene; it kept him looking fit and healthy with very little effort on his part.

When she finally came out of the bathroom (why does it take women forever in there?), despite by her reckoning it'd been a few minutes but to his it'd been the better part of three lifetimes and a quarter part of eternity, but it was worth it. Even just in a pull-over and plain ol' pants she was gorgeous.

It was funny to see now that she was just as nervous as he was. He'd just had his first real kiss, and it was everything he thought it would be. He'd somehow manages a crush on a girl he met not to long ago, and here they were, alone in her room. He was so nervous he wouldn't know what to do with her if he had instructions.

Thankfully she said something. "Hey, you got off light I think. You know who I got for a roomie? That sun guy, Alex. You know he's glowing like that twenty-four seven? I wanna smother his ass with a pillow. They gave us this curtain to put around his bed, yeah, great idea that woulda been if it's had worked." He made a jerking motion with his hand as he rolled his eyes. "He ain't a bad guy though, can't fault him for something he can't help."

She was trying to pay attention to what he was saying. Really, she was. But he was a boy....a good looking boy....in her room.....that she'd kissed. She managed to catch the gist of it, though.

"I, uh, I could loan you some blackout curtains if you think that'd help. Or, y'know, since they don't seem to care about the whole coed thing, you could crash here sometimes if you can't sleep through Mr. Glow."

Um....Earth to Oneca. Your sister just freaked on you for kissing a guy at a party. What do you think she'll do if she catches him coming out of your room one morning? She bit her lip. "Um, that's if you want to risk another Amazon Barbie attack."

Trying to look about as cool as he could, leaning against the desk, arms folded, muscle shirt, he shrugged with a single shoulder making an impassive half smirk. "I'm not worried about your sister. You're like Forbidden Fruit, the more she tries to keep me away, the more I'll want you. I'm contrary like that."

Woah, that sounded awesome.

It was, however, time to play stupid. He certainly had a crush for Oneca, but he wasn't entirely sure what she was getting at. Subtlety sometimes was wasted on him, especially when it came to the opposite sex. "Well, I'm not sure how your roomie would take that, I mean, not that I mind kickin' her out into the hall and takin' her bed, but that's a bit extreme, don'cha think?"