<div class="floatleft">(http://i814.photobucket.com/albums/zz66/BlueHankster/Beast/739627-beast.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Hank McCoy/Beast<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beast's Lab<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Psylocke/Betsy Braddock<br/><hr/>He had spoken his mind. Something that many thought he always did but few ever actually heard. Betsy had been there in the worst of times for him and he for her. There was a time he had made advances toward her but she wasn't ready and Hank...well he was more Beast then and ruled more by carnal need than proper feelings. Still it would be a fool who didn't allow the thought to linger in her presence. A thought he let linger now in his tired and wounded state. A thought that he hadn't considered guarding until the realization made its way through his muddle mind that he was not alone in his head at that moment. He snapped it shut like a bear trap and quickly diverted the mood as best he could. "I..ah..I think it best that i get some rest perhaps. Yes that's all that's wrong. Nothing that a few...hundred hours wont fix." Smiling vainly to cover up the uncomfortable blunder of etiquette. "Thank for everything Betsy."