Roy was about to say something, because M’gann actually looked hurt. As if suggesting that she intended to cheat on Conner — was that how it had sounded? — was a pure insult that she just didn’t understand. Then again… Her explanation made sense. Different relationship laws and culture on Mars. Of course. He opened his mouth, forming words in an attempt to backtrack, when suddenly —
Oh, damn. Superboy was here.
And he looked confused. Did he really not get the implications of what had been going on just a moment before? The clone was still fairly new to… well, everything, but he expected more out of the guy. But if he wasn’t catching on, Roy reasoned, maybe he’d get away without pissing off an already anger-management-needy teenage boy. As long as M’gann didn’t immediately confess to him.
That’s what he’d been thinking, anyway, but the sudden complexity of the moment made it a little less easy. “Well, uh—” Come on, act casual, stupid. “I’m not. Obviously. But M’gann invited me over to help make some, and I figured I had nothing better to do.” Well, that sure sounded like a lame excuse, even if it was technically what had happened. Still, maybe it would pass. Guess they’d be finding out pretty quickly.
“Doubt it,” Conner stated with an unimpressed expression. Seriously, Roy? Come up with something less lame if you’re going to lie to my face. Conner turned his attention to the oven and noticed the muffins. Well, at least that part was true. Any semblance of a good mood disappeared as he observed the two in front of him. Roy’s heartbeat was abnormal; even though he rarely spent time at the Cave anymore, Conner could tell the difference.
“What seems to be troubling you, Roy? It couldn’t be that you’ve been kissing my girlfriend, riiiight?” He moved closer so that he was in Roy’s face and his hands on either side of him on the counter. “I wouldn’t want that,” he started before glaring at M’gann from the corner of his eye, “because here on Earth, that’s almost considered cheating.” Behind the anger though, Conner felt that pang of insecurity. If M’gann was interested in Roy, she would’ve told him or something. Some sign or anything, really. While clenching his jaw, he wondered if he was overreacting or misreading the situation but that was just in passing. He had every right to be jealous and pissed right now. Every. Right.
Roy was starting to feel annoyed. His reasons sounded phony, but it really was where things had started. And Conner could see the muffins baking. He opened his mouth, to throw back a retort, until the Super’s next words left him silent and hesitating again.
Well, he’d caught on. And now he had him trapped between the counter and his burly frame, arms preventing any easy escape. Fantastic. But he wouldn’t let himself be intimidated. Hell, no. “I know what cheating is. Don’t get all upset at her for it.” There it was; that, he figured, was more or less of a confession. Not like Conner needed it, he’d seemed quite certain already. “I told her I wasn’t going to do anything. Because God forbid I piss you off.” He could see the very brief flash of insecurity as it passed over Conner. And given who the guy was, Roy wasn’t surprised to see it. He was almost sympathetic — he likely would have been if he wasn’t being pressed into the countertop.
“Anyway, like I told her, I refuse to get between the two of you. If you’d be so kind as to let me go, I’ll see myself out.” His gaze flickered over to M’gann for a mere moment, reading her own reaction and vaguely wondering if she had something to say about the whole… Ordeal.
M’gann was paralyzed, speechless and terrified that she might have hurt either one of them in a way that was beyond healing. On the one hand, there was Superboy— fiercely protective and strong-willed, but also insecure and rash, particularly when he was hurt. Then there was Roy— likewise rash and forceful, but M’gann had the feeling that his icy exterior was a mental defense mechanism covering a heart that had been hurt many times. They were both volatile, both vulnerable, and she was attached to both. In slightly different ways, but there was undeniable connection on both sides.
"Guys, please…" She got off of the counter, wedging herself between the two of them, "Please, don’t be mad at each other. The last thing I want is for any of this to create hate between all of us, kay?"
She searched their faces, brows knit together and concern welling in her eyes, “I— This, this is my fault. I, um,” M’gann’s gaze flickered between the intense stare of the two men standing on either side of her, “I don’t know how to make this clear, but I’m… attracted to both of you. And I didn’t say it earlier because I care about you guys and didn’t want either of you to get hurt because of me.” She put a gentle hand on their shoulders, one on each, “You’re both fantastic, amazing people, and in different ways, and I don’t understand my own self when I try to reconcile how I feel. So please understand…”
M’gann found herself at a loss to explain, and knew that she deserved whatever anger this brought about. Secretly, she hoped that the three of them could be together and happy…The image was implanted in her mind. She gently nudged at each of their consciousnesses, trying to show them a picture that might be able to explain her feelings more than words could.