#vandynnes

Ice sloshed around in amber liquid, a soft clinking sound echoing through the living room as Scott tipped the glass toward his lips again. He had conveyed to Hope earlier that if they were going to talk more about what was going on with Cassie, he didn’t quite know if he’d be able to handle it sober - and so out came the whiskey, and the stress of the topic already began to melt away.

“I don’t know what I did wrong, Hope.”

His relationship with Cassie had always been a fairly solid one, but perhaps the years away - stuck in the Quantum realm - had ruined it all. Now Cassie was going behind his back, keeping secrets, experimenting with Pym Particles, risking her own safety for the sake of curiosity?

It reminded Scott a lot of himself. And that wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

“I mean – what was she thinking?? She could’ve gotten herself killed! Or, or - seriously seriously hurt,” Scott shook his head, voice rising at the end of the sentence before falling off into uncomfortable silence. Setting the glass down before he would wind up making a mess, Scott buried his face in his hands in a feeble attempt to hide their slight trembling.