There was a mall in Westchester a few miles from the Cullen's Institute where the Gifted Youngsters were occasionally allowed to visit when the faculty could be bothered to load them up into busses and vans and drive them out somewhere fun. Flux waited just inside the main entrance, looking expectantly out the window and wishing they'd just HURRY UP so he could see his girlfriend again.

He was SO SICK of phone calls and instant messenger. He needed to see her face, and not just in the zillion pictures he has of her. He needs her to be in front of him. "Banner..." he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I miss you." Idly he wonders how the hell they both got too busy to even sneak out and see each other.