The collision - Thread for Simon, Monty, Ethan, Nathan, and Mohinder

[emmawright]

Three days after her date with Monty, Emma needed to talk to Simon. It was eating away at her that she had sex with her best friends brother. She wasn't ashamed by any means, but Emma hated that she hadn't yet told him

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[still_soserious]

Simon had been watching Ethan through a window in another room, not wanting to be too close to him with Mohinder's disapproving gaze around, but not wanting to let him out of his sight. He'd seen Emma walk past, so Mohinder's call hadn't come as a surprise. He went out to the hall to meet her. "Hi," he said softly.

[emmawright]

"Hi," she returned just as softly, moving up to him and giving Simon a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "How are you, stranger?"

Mohinder stayed where he was, eyes glued to Ethan.

[still_soserious]

"I'm good. Things have been... kind of crazy, but I'm pretty good." He hugged her back and smiled. "I'm glad you came. I've missed you." He should talk to her about... things. Without details, of course.

[emmawright]

She smiled at that. "I've missed you too. Can we...can we talk somewhere? Privately..." She saw Mohinder nearby and really did not want her professor to know she had boinked his son three times in one day.

[breezy_playboy]

Monty pulled up and got out of the car, locking her carefully and patting her hood. He bounded up the path, then stopped, seeing the man standing there. Oh, right, that had to be that Ethan who worked for Dad. They'd said he'd be here for dinner today. "Hey," he said, smiling.

[ethanstone]

Ethan was just about done with his cigarette so he took one last puff, then put it out with his shoe. He smiled at the kid coming up the path. "Heeeeyyyy, you must be Monty." Ethan extended a hand to him. "Nice to finally meet you. Your dad talks about you a lot."

[breezy_playboy]

"Yeah." He took the man's hand, sizing him up the way he unconsciously did everyone. A bit full of himself, maybe. That air of smug smoothness he knew well; he saw it in the mirror often enough. He smiled slightly. Nothing wrong with that. "And you're Ethan? Dad said you were stopping by."

[ethanstone]

"In the flesh!" he replied, holding his arms out. Ethan chuckled. "Just catching a smoke before dinner. Glad you could make it this time. How goes the rehearsal thing?" Ethan had never been big on theater, but to each their own.