2571/Sunday, Rainy Sunday

Sunday, Rainy Sunday
Date of Scene:	24 September 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Insight, Leander Lawson

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Insight has posed:
If it wasn't raining in Gotham, one would have to consider it to be some plot against the city. Thankfully, this is not that day and it is a rainy afternoon in Gotham City. The scent of pizza fills the office as two of the newer members of the Wayne Foundation put in a few hours to take care of some data and fund-raiser processing. It isn't the most glorious job, but it is important for all of the people that this little piece of the whole reaches out to and helps.

Between the two of them, they can make great strides in coding, protecting, and otherwise make the most of the resources they get. It's literally supernatural between Leander's computer wizardry and Georgie's incredible mathematical skills. Geogie might be a rank amateur at doing more than hunting and pecking on the computer, but he can do the math for incredibly complex algorithms in his head.

It is during one of the breaks, the two of them munching pizza, drinking soda, and stretching some after hours of diligent and fruitful efforts. It's been a good day so far, despite the rain. Stretched in his office chair, Georgie asks, "How are you settling in? Are you finding everything okay? Gotham can be a little weird at first."

Leander Lawson has posed:
Leander Lawson had been kind of lost in thought until Georgie spoke to him, dark eyes tracing the pathways of the electrical cabling in the walls and ceiling, shot through by the light speed flashes of the data they've been working on flitting away down the fiber optic cables toward the server room in another part of the University. It's mesmerizing, really. Still, then Georgie speaks, there's a long,slow blink as his attention turns to the doctor, his cheeks flushing lightly pink, when he realizes what terrible company he's being.

Leander is currently sat on, rather than at, his desk, the supernaturally agile boy always seeming to wind up in some improbable position or other. Today, it's relatively feasible, if unlikely -- he's simply sat cross legged atop the desk, with the computer pushed slightly to one side. In a charcoal gray hoodie over a plain white teeshirt, paired with black skinny jeans and a pair of vans, there's little remarkable to the naked eye about the young man.

Still, when Georgie asks, Leander lifts a hand and rubs lightly at the back of his neck, an awkward little tic the psychologist will undoubtedly have noticed. "It's err, well, I grew up here" Leander explains, taking a glance toward the window. "But like, yeah...rain" he offers, somewhat redundantly, setting a half chewed slice of pepperoni down on one knee. "It's like...working here is totally cool" Leander explains then, with a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I kinda like err, worked a lot of you know, like part time jobs, before."

Insight has posed:
Georgie laughs and blushes a little. "Oh, yeah. I always assume nobody would come back. People mock me for coming back all the time." He follows Leander's gaze to the window and he smiles. He likes the rain. It always seems to make him smile. "Boston wasn't as... I dunno. It wasn't home, I guess. The rain. The gothic architecture, yaknow?" He shrugs. "Even though my family all moved somewhere warmer."

Georgie samples another slice and chews it thoughtfully. After he swallows and swigs his soda, he says, "Yeah. I bet it's nice having some stability. I did all that school and then worked for juvie there in Boston. Couple years there. This is way different. We get to help so many -different- sorts here."

Leander Lawson has posed:
Leander Lawson laughs quietly, his gaze wandering briefly to his lap when Georgie references 'coming back' to Gotham. His hand lifts to rub at the back of his neck once more, while the other reaches for Leander's soda of choice -- it's Blue Raspberry flavor Jolly Rancher. Nothing natural there! Still, it makes his tongue blue, which Georgie might bet little flashes of whenever Leander speaks. "I like, erm, never actually left" Leander explains, jerking his head back over his shoulder a bit, as he elaborates with "I'm err, still at school here, kinda..." a beat "Computer Science" he offers, before taking a long pull on his soda.

"It would like, you know...it would be cool to like, stay somewhere else, for a while" Leander adds then, setting the can back down and retrieving his slice of pizza. "Like, I kinda missed like...a year of school and whatever" a bite is taken, a few seconds to chew before he follows up "Stayed at my parents errr...well, they have like a, like a summer cabin, right?" he winces a little, as though he's not sure that's the right word. "But that's like erm, totally the longest I was ever like, away" he offers. Leander's tones are clipped and well educated, very east coast, very middle class, though somewhat marred by the fact he always speaks so quietly, more of a mumble than anything.

Insight has posed:
Georgie isn't sure what to think for a moment, the surprise showing on his face. "Oh wow," he says after his mind catches up. "I heard they were looking for someone with at least a Masters degree in computer science. You must have impressed someone an awful lot with your mad skills. Like, totally dude. Wicked awesome."

His gaze remains on Leander as the other young man goes through his experience with the cabin. His expression gets a little tighter, looking a lot like he might have had a similar sort of 'sent away' time. Although he doesn't say anything, there is that brief connection, that moment of true empathy that perhaps only mutants might ever really understand. As close as he gets is, "Well, so you have left!" He picks at his pizza and suggests, "Well, when you graduate, treat yourself to a backpacking tour of Europe or China or something. I mean, they give pretty good vacation time here even. Make your escape, dude!" He crosses his legs and uncrosses them again before he stands.

The good Doctor is dressed down today, the T-shirt stretched tight over a phenomenally well built chest and shoulders. His sweat pants also show off a incredible physique. The rumors circulating through school are that he does semi-pro MMA and for a quick bit of cash, he's the man to bet on. Rumor has it, he never loses. Given how he looks out of his typical, modest sort of suit, it's almost believable.

Georgie grabs another slice of pizza and munches happily from where he stands. "How are your classes going this semester? I heard the school has a good program." He winks. "Not as good as the psych program, but... ya know."

Leander Lawson has posed:
Leander Lawson chews on his cheeks a little, his cheeks flushing pink once more as he suddenly takes great interest in picking a slice of pepperoni off his pizza and examining it in detail, when Georgie mentions the qualifications they had been looking for to fill the role. "It's erm...computers and me understand each other" Leander offers then, a smile tugging upward at the corners of his mouth as he admits himself a slight amount of pride in that, as well as the praise it seems to get him. Georgie has probably spent enough time working with Leander to be aware that the boy is phenomenally good with computers.

The pizza is chewed thoughtfully as Leander, being much less emotionally aware than the Doctor, catches that slight tightening of his colleague's jaw, but isn't quite sure what to make of it. The suggestion of backpacking through Europe gets a quiet 'Heh' as that hand lingers on the back of his neck, the boy chewing thoughtfully a moment longer before he hops (literally -- he's absurdly agile) to his feet and wanders toward the window.

When Georgie pushes to his feet as well, dark eyes wander in the direction, lingering maybe a nanosecond longer than they ought before there's another of those 'rabbit in headlights' moments as the boy looks away, peering out of the window down at the garden. "It's like, err, you know...all starting to turn yellow. For Fall." he comments, maybe slightly asinine. Leander has heard the rumors of course, he'd never really imagined they could really be true, but maybe? For his own part, Leander is a competent enough fighter when he needs to be, though he tends toward the use of knives, which are somewhat outside of the usual MMA territory.

The moment of embarrassment passing, Leander turns to rest against the window-ledge, taking a drink from his obnoxiously blue soda, which he's brought with him, before answering in reference to school. "Its like, it's a great program" the boy agrees with a nod. "It's too easy for me" he confesses, not with any sense of arrogance, it's just a statement, though he concedes "It;s a great program, really. I'm like...erm, I'm proud to be here" he explains, before joking, his cheeks flushing even as he says it and his dark eyes wandering toward the floor "I hear psych is okay, I guess" there's a pause, then a quiet, awkward little laugh.

Insight has posed:
The doctor moves closer to Leander, joining to stare out the window some. There's a reason that he has chairs facing the picturesque window and the serene scene of rain outside. He stands close enough that his presence caresses and sooths against Leander's, not quite touching but his 'aura' is right there. His presence is strong, his good heart and simple experience as being both a therapist and councilor giving him a sense of comfort. "It is, yeah," he agrees. "In October, my folks and I used to always go upstate to see the leaves. Autumn and the leaves and Christmas and the rich people with all the lights and decorations when they keep trying to outdo each other, yaknow?" There's a hint of nostalgia and sadness to his comment, but his head turns and he offers his coworker a wan smile.

"Anyway, though, yeah. If it's a little easy, you might want to see if they'll accelerate your classes. Some programs'll allow to combine the Masters and Bachelor's programs. Psych didn't really do that, so I just double majored in math too. Social science is wicked easy." He laughs and rolls his eyes a little at the problem with his own field. "People are complex, but the science is vague and shallow." He pauses and confides, "I sort of want to take engineering or something to pass the time since I'm back. I love the work, but it's hard to keep my mind occupied." Another rumor is that he is a bonafide genius, which is typically at odds with the bloodsports rumor. "I dunno much about computers, but engineering or linguistics or something might be worth adding if the shit is too easy."

Leander Lawson has posed:
Leander Lawson /does/ seem to relax a little when Georgie joins him at the window, a long breath is released as some tension Leander wasn't aware he was holding onto passes out of him. His eye rest on his sneakers a few long moments, before lifting to regard his co-worker as he explains about time away as a kid, nodding along in agreement. "My parents are like, you know, they kind of are those people. Well, they want to be" Leander shrugs, a sort of lopsided smile finding the normally somewhat more reticent boy's expression. "I haven't been back since like, erm, since that year, but I had a good time there was I was like err, a little kid and stuff" the boy explains, finishing the last of his soda and tossing the empty can into the recycling.

When talk turns to his studies, Leander nods and explains "I like, y'know...I thought about like, taking something else too or whatever, but it kind of gives me time to like, do 'other stuff' too" he explains. For all the rumors that circulate about Georgie, Leander mainly keeps himself to himself, there's not a hell of a lot that's known or even suspected of him around the campus; he sort of escapes notice a lot of the time. Not a bad thing, considering some of what he gets up to. "I guess I could look at like, doing err, maths, or something." a thoughtful pause "I kind of want to get into like, err..." he tails off "Well, Data Architecture. It's probably like, way boring" he grins, rolling a shoulder into a light shrug, before turning back around to look put of the window alongside Georgie once more.

Insight has posed:
It's just a friendly thing, but when he returns, Georgie leans a little more, shoulder to shoulder this time watching the rain in Gotham. After a few long moments of that simple, almost thoughtless little gesture of humanity, he shifts back to standing straight again. His remnants of the pizza gets munched with a happy coo of pleasure. "I wasn't old enough to really do much else. Homeschooled and I was here when I was just barely old enough to drive. It wasn't like I could rush a frat or anything. So it was all about being the most nerdy nerd that has ever nerded." He laughs and blushes. With a shrug, he amends, "That and being -convinced- that Robin was going to come and whisk me away for some big case -at any moment-. Math, psychology and martial arts. I was almost fanatical."

After a little laugh he says, "Ehh. You're cool, so data architecture has to be too, right? I mean, it's college. It's the time to get a little taste of anything that interests you. See what makes your pulse race. Figure out what you -love-. Then, figure out how to make enough to live on what you love." He grins wide and winks. "Be it data architecture or a cute Senator's son... err daughter, right?"

Leander Lawson has posed:
Leander Lawson stands quietly a few moments, dark eyes tracing the path of a droplet of rain on the window as it trickles down and merges with another, then another, eventually forming small rivulets that tickle down into the guttering below, more than likely finding their way into a rainwater collection system that can be used to water the garden -- as if gardens in Gotham ever needed watering. There's a brief moment of tension at the unexpected contact, the boy's eyes flitting aside from the window to the man next to him and then down to his hands on the window-ledge. Still, the Doctor's presence is soothing enough it soon passes.

A few seconds later, when that moment of quietness comes to an end, Leander makes the short journey to retrieve his own, lazily chewed slice of pepperoni from his desk. The admission to being home-schooled, followed immediately by the statement that Georgie was at college so young, gets him a surprised look, followed by a short nod of approval, seems that's enough to impress Leander. He seems about to say something to that -- when the comment about Robin catches him by surprise and he laughs quietly. Most everything Leander does is quiet, it seems. "Robin like, y'know...something about red and green. Makes me think of, like, erm, Santa's elves..." Leander jokes, though his cheeks flush pink and he glances off to the side even as he says it, before confessing "Superboy though? Or Spiderman, I guess, I could get behind" he grins, wandering nearer to Georgie and offering his fist for a bump, now his pizza has been retrieved.

That laugh returns once again when Georgie tries to suggest 'Leander' is 'cool' -- which are literally two words the computer geek can't so much as imagine going in a sentence together. Even so, he nods appreciatively, before stating "Well, like you managed it. I guess there must be like erm, like, loads of computing jobs with Wayne Enterprises, huh?" Leander thinks aloud, taking what looks to be the second to last nibble of his pizza. There's a thoughtful pause, a tip of his head then, before he nods in agreement "Though, I like, I guess a Senator's son would err, that'd work too" he nods in agreement, before catching the question and confirming "Oh, err, sons" with a nod. That used to be kind of a big deal to Leander, but he's mostly over that slight shyness about it now.

Insight has posed:
Georgie chuckles and jokes softly, "Get behind, huh? So that's your dream. Duly noted." He leans and shoulder bumps before saying, "I think Superboy might break me. Spider-man... I dunno. He looks good in the pictures, but I dunno. He might look like... umm... Gilbert Godfrey or umm... Elton John without the mask." Georgie pulls a face and makes a gag with his finger in his mouth with a sardonic smile. "Now I figure I'd need someone older anyway though. I mean, twenty-four. Yikes. Only guys that'll look at me anymore are, like, hmm. Maybe Captain America? He was around in World War Two... hmm. He aged well at least."

Another final bite of his pie is taken while he snickers to himself. He moves to job talk amiably enough. "Yeah. I bet they have some bleeding edge computer projects happening. Probably... quantum processors and AI and all that. Way better than Stark Industries or any of that." He smirks and jokes, "I think Tony Stark is the only billionaire that might be more of a drunk and slut than Mr. Wayne." He pauses and softens saying with real respect, "But the Waynes -are- Gotham, yaknow? I don't think I would have worked anywhere else if they'd offered mail room or janitor work."

He gives a surprised laugh at the plural 'sons' comment. His interest in seriously piqued at that. "Sons!? Really?" He laughs and wets his lips. "And people think -I'm- a hippy. Leander and his brother-husbands. News at eleven."

Leander Lawson has posed:
Leander Lawson nearly chokes on that final mouthful of pizza when Georgie starts ribbing him quite so mercilessly about everything. His cheeks flush pink, through red and finally crimson before the boy blurts out "That's not what I meant!" with an actual, honest-to-god laugh when the psychologist starts weighting up the relative benefits of Superboy and Spiderman. His sneaker gets scuffed across the warmly carpeted floor of the office as one hand lifts to rub furiously at the back of hid neck as the boy starts to sidle back in the direction of his computer. There's a slightly perturbed look when the concept of Spiderman looking like Elton John is mentioned, though his expression soon turns upward into a shy sort of smile when Georgie mentions his age, the boy quipping "It's like, erm, it's okay...I like, totally heard they made umm, they made Dumbledore gay" with a quiet laugh, though perhaps it loses some of it;s bite in the mumbled delivery. There's another long look given over at Georgie then, though the boy doesn't say anything more on the subject right now.

Hopping back up onto his desk, Leander makes a show of tapping on the keyboard and clicking things every now and again, though the truth is that he interfaces with the computer through the electromagnetic field his body emits, allowing him to work intuitively with the data at a level of speed far beyond what even the most advanced programmer could hope to achieve. "I've worked in like, erm, coffee shops and like, err, diners and things. I never like, did so great, because, well, like, you know I don't speak so well and stuff?" Leander shrugs, that faltering mumble not really bothering him much when he's in front of a computer. "This is like, erm, this is totally like, the coolest job I ever had" he nods, a smile finding his features a moment as he looks aside to Georgie, though his screen continues to flicker and scroll as he chats. It all seems to be going so well, right up until...

"That's like, err, like...oh god, that's totally not like, what I meant!" the boy buries his face in his hands when Georgie starts teasing him about the 'sons' comment. "You, you like erm, you totally like asked me!" his voice does actually rise to an almost speaking level as he laughs away in embarrassment, his cheeks flushing scarlet once more. "I just meant I like...well, you get it." there's a long pause "One son is err, like, way enough" he clarifies.

Insight has posed:
There is a bark of laughter when Leander mentions Dumbledore. "Oh my God!" he says with a wince. His hands reach back towards his back and he sidles up to where Leander is sitting. "Dude. You... shit man. This DAGGER totally just BURIED IN MY BACK. I can't quite reach it. Could you GIVE IT A TWIST OR TWO BEFORE PULLING IT OUT!" He's giggling throughout, so there is likely little actual offense taken.

With more sincerity, Georgie turns and murmurs, "Seriously though, I'm glad you dig this job. We really are doing loads of good. Kids, vets, the disabled... we do some of the best work that can be done. Superboy and Spider-Man can both suck it. We help people stand up for themselves. We make them into heroes too."

Georgie gives Leander's shoulder a squeeze and his smile is more subdued as he says, "I know what you meant. I do appreciate it. Don't blush too much though. My folks actually -are- hippies." He smiles and winks. "It isn't -that- horrifying. I wish I could convince most of my patients that more love is always better than less."

He goes back to start to clean up their mess and get the place tidied. "I'm about done here. I think I might head to the gym. Rainy days make me a little antsy. Wanna go?"

Leander Lawson has posed:
Although Leander makes a show of pressing the odd button and swishing his mouse around occasionally, the lines of code and input and the flickering between the various applications seems to happen at a pace completely at odds with Leander's own, rather leisurely input to the database. Dozens of lines of code and input flicker up each second, barely even slowing at that outburst of laughter behind him when he lands the Dumbledore joke. Okay, maybe the mumbling didn't hurt it too badly then.

Leander turns a little in his seat and smiles up at Georgie, when he feels the Doctor's hand on his shoulder. Leander doesn't make friends too easily, so it's nice to have such an easygoing colleague, especially when you have to pull overtime on a rainy Sunday. When the suggestion of the gym is made, there is a slight look of consternation, before Leander explains "I...guess?" there;s a pause "You err, you could probably like, err, bench-press me though, so like, you know, erm, go easy..." he suggests hopefully, his computer already shutting down without so much as a glance in it's direction. A messenger bag is scooped up from under the desk and a few of his things are deposited in it with a swipe of his arm as he stands, slinging it over his shoulder. "We should err, you have a car, right?" Leander asks, glancing at Georgie over his shoulder as he starts toward the door.

Insight has posed:
Georgie drapes an arm over Leander's shoulder as he confides confidently, "I didn't have anything particularly strenuous in mind, to be honest. I was thinking just some toning sets. Light weights, lots of reps. Just pick a weight that feels like it's pretty easy and don't feel like you have to compete with me on weight... just, yaknow, let's push each other and doing the reps. Besides," he grins as he says, "it should be time to see some of the fratboys there. It's more fun to perv with a partner in crime."

Outside, he locks the door and then they're on the way. He does indeed have a car. It's a substantially nicer one than he should probably be able to afford. His silver Jaguar F-type isn't something that a college salary is customarily capable of. He opens the door for Leander, letting him get settled before he slides into the driver's seat. The massive engine roars to life and on the way to the gym they go!