((Based off of this prompt response))
The green annoyance was back. Again. Conner locked the room to his door and huffed as he paced it anxiously. It felt like he was the only one on the team that didn’t want to deal with Garfield and when others brought up that Conner was the only one to actually not pay attention to him, Conner only barked some lame excuse. They didn’t get it. He was taking M’gann away with those stupid looks and the clingy way he always talks about her. Tch, this green leech was sapping his energy and her time.
He glared at his door and once again tried to see if he had heat vision. Nope. Nothing. He scoffed and threw himself against the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Maybe he was wrong. M’gann was coming around to the kid and whatever made her happy couldn’t be bad…
“Conner?” M’gann’s voice poked at his consciousness, it’s owner appearing at the door. She peeked her head in, smiling, sensing something was wrong but not wanting to dive right into a problem without him telling her first. She played with the ends of her hair, “Can I come in, or are you busy having a staring contest with the door? Because I can totally leave you two alone, if you like.” Her nose crinkled as she grinned in an attempt to alleviate some of the irked waves emanating from his mind.
It’s actually the ceiling right now, M’gann. Not in the mood to talk. He scoffed over the link but got up from his bed anyway and unlocked and opened the door to let her in. “Was it really obvious that I wasn’t in an entertaining mood?” He frowned and sat on his bed, holding his head in his hand. As much as he liked it when she interfered and brought out the best in him, sometimes Conner felt like it was still an invasion of space.
“Are you here to find out what’s wrong or are you really here to convince me to hang out with Garfield?” The Super’s frown only deepened although he knew that M’gann was not that kind of person to manipulate him.
He seemed miffed. M’gann entered, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge and motioned for him to sit next to her.
“I didn’t come here with an agenda or anything,” She studied the hard creases in his face, lines of anger and frustration that were already wearing into his forehead at the tender age of 17 months, “I sensed the angry brain-waves coming off you from the kitchen and wanted to see what was wrong. You know, because I care about you and all that?”
What was Conner’s issue with Garf? Sure, he’d just moved into the cave and they’d been spending lot sof time together, but why did the super seem so bitter? Jealous, maybe?
“…But, since you mention Garf, are you mad at him or something? Did he do anything? I told him that pranking the team when he’s just now gotten settled in is probably a bad idea…