<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/iceman2_zpsd4d40e18.jpg)</div><hr/>Name: Bobby Drake/Iceman<br/>Location: Bedroom --> Kitchen<br/>Date: September 1, morning<br/>Wearing: As shown<br/>Tagging: Betsy/Psylocke, Any in Kitchen<br/><hr/><br/>Bobby woke up to some sort of gentle urging in his mind. Did he have to take a leak? No - it wasn't THAT kind of urging. He absently, sleepily reached over to the space in the bed next to him - and found nothing but cold sheets and an equally cool pillow. A brief moment of panic coursed through his mind, the momentary fear that she was -gone-, and his head lifted up to look about the room. He saw the things he expected to see, things that belonged to her - and let out a soft sigh of relief. It wouldn't have been the first time he woke up to a 'good bye' letter waiting on the pillow next to him.<br/><br/>He had done well in the past six months to hide his fears from her, but sometimes he wondered if she knew anyway and simply didn't let on. The last thing a woman like her would want was a guy riddled with doubt and insecurities. In this case, the frustration was double - he had been half-asleep, not really in his conscious mind. That was his story, and he was sticking to it. Then, he heard her voice in his head, gentle and sweet almost as if she were sitting next to him caressing his ear or neck.<br/><br/>A 'chat' with the Traitor? What for? But he didn't actively -think- the question to her, instead, he simply focused slightly, responding to her as she had taught him to do -<em>"Yes, dear, that would be great,"</em>he said as he pulled his naked body from the bed, stretching once with a groan and then strode over to the dresser and pulled out a white button-down t-shirt and a pair of comfy jeans. Slipping those articles on, he then left the bedroom, stepping out into the hall and then made his way to the kitchen.<br/><br/>Bobby entered the kitchen and noticed Autum, Jubilee and Hank chatting. He didn't want to interrupt, so he simply nodded and smiled with a quiet, "Good morning," should any of them look his way. He made his way over to the counter where coffee could be found, and pulled forth two cups.<br/><br/><em>"The usual, love? It's pretty fresh, and there's plenty of sugar this time,"</em>he thought to Betsy as he began to pour. He knew he wouldn't interrupt -her-, not mentally. He had learned just a bit about how powerful Psylocke's mind was, and he was astonished by her capabilities every day. He also grabbed a sesame seed bagel, stuffing it between his teeth after he finished filling both coffee cups and slapping plastic lids over the top of them.