Dream on, Dreamer

[Trevor Paige]

"That's why you'd be unsettled if you saw one." Trevor replied without missing a beat. A thin smirk touched his features then, though he was sort of glad it was dark and Penelope wouldn't see it. Even already he knew how much she hated it when he smirked. Or spoke. Or breathed. It was such a nice, friendly relationship the two school newspaper partners had going with one another.

Trevor shifted to the side as Penelope moved toward the sink, giving her enough room to operate without him suffocating her. He didn't seem to be bothered by the inadvertent brush against his arm, as he didn't even respond with so much as a flinch. Trevor did, though, sneak a better look at her when she drew closer and frowned. She did looks like something had spooked her. "Bad dreams?" He asked with genuine curiosity. It was too damn late for him to keep up his usual snarky, sarcastic routine.

[Penelope Adams]

"Whatever," she said under her breath. Really, sometimes she felt as if he was annoying her for fun. Then again, that was probably exactly what he was doing. Not a lot of people managed to get a rouse out of her and he was by far the best. Then again, how could it not be easy for him when he was so- No. She wasn't going there.

"Funny," she replied dryly, a sour tone lacing her voice. She wondered briefly if he even knew what her power was. He claimed he'd checked her information up, but the topic of abilities hadn't really ever come up. Then, she shook her head and tossed the thoughts away. It didn't matter. The dream was over and she was never, ever returning. That much, she promised herself, even if that meant having different sleeping schedules.

"Does Bellefonte offer night classes?" she asked then, more so to herself than to him.

[Trevor Paige]

The way Penelope had responded did give Trevor some pause. It looked as though something had certainly spooked her and caused her to drop the stoic, nearly emotionless demeanor he was used to seeing in her. He studied her for a moment, wondering briefly what possibly could have rattled her this much as such an hour and almost considered inquiring. In the end, though, he glanced away, turning his attention to the glass as he lifted it to take another drink.

"They do." Trevor replied with a nod, turning so he could dump the rest of the water out of his glass and set it in the sink. He wasn't going to bother with washing one glass this late at night. "It's for special cases, like mutants that are light sensitive or something." His eyes narrowed as he glanced back over to her. "Why?" He asked curiously.

[Penelope Adams]

Filling her glass, the brunette turned the faucet off and shrugged. "Now, now, Mr. Paige," she began, her voice lacking any sign of humor. "I thought you understood this little arrangement that we have," she continued before she turned and lifted the glass to her lips. "Just because we're roommates and I'm forced to work with you, it doesn't make us friends." Perhaps a little more hostile and aggressive than needed, but really, she was already on edge and just because he clearly couldn't remember that he was the cause of it, didn't mean she had to go easy on him.

At least, that's what she reasoned it with. She continued to take a long drink from the glass before placing it back on the sink, letting the cold water calm her down as she felt it fill her body with a chilly sensation.

[Trevor Paige]

A soft chuckle came from the shadows Trevor was lingering in. The kitchen did little to capture the dim light filtering in through the windows lending it an almost eerie shroud. There was no sense of mirth to be found in the chuckle, though, as Trevor was well aware of this 'arrangement' even if it had been an unspoken one. "Alright, alright." He said, lifting his hands palms out as a sign of being unarmed. "I get it." He was still carrying more than a trace of curiosity as to what had gotten Penelope to bristle so quickly. Usually it took a sarcastic comment or two to get the claws to come out.

"Look, I'm not trying to be an asshole." Trevor explained with an idle wave of a hand. There was a certain sense of reluctance in his voice as he knew his words would be in vain. It wasn't as if he'd given Penelope much of a reason to trust (or like) him in the slightest. "You just seem off and I just... wanted..." He trailed off before shaking his head and giving another wave of his hand. He pushed off the kitchen counter and started for his room. "Yeah, nevermind." He said. "I'll, uh..." Again he trailed off as he crossed the carpeted floor heading in the direction of his bedroom door.

[Penelope Adams]

"Yeah, nevermind," she replied, her tone even more laced with venom than before. Perhaps it was unfair. It wasn't as if he'd purposely dreamed what he'd dreamed. And yet, she couldn't quite shake the feeling, the paranoia that this was just another plot, a trick up his sleeve. She knew how stupid and ridiculous it was, of course.

Perhaps it was easier than admitting that the dream had scared her to the core. Not because of what he'd dreamed, per say, but because of the situation she'd found herself in. For someone who worked so hard to keep everyone, even her cousin away, to keep her walls up and safe... Well... It was troubling, at any rate. She didn't have time for high school bullshit. She'd worked so hard to make a future for herself and nothing - or no one was going to stand in her way. Not even something as silly as infatuations.