"...neither of you miss Evelyn as a person?"

It was clear almost immediately he wouldn't get the answer he hoped for. Mr. Summers' mouth twitched somewhere between a frown and a laugh. The cyclical grimace he gave was quickly followed by a heated remark. "I could handle an extra pair of genes, kid. Tails, fur, your normal mutations or whatever you call them... sure. Maybe we would have worked something out. That girl has more problems than just a loose gene or two. There is no way to keep a secret around Evelyn. There is no privacy around her. She lets those dumb voices in her head or whatever she's calling them stop her from functioning like a normal civilized human being. That just doesn't work in our society.

"Have you ever considered that she's part of the problem here? Have you ever lived with a kid who doesn't forget? Who wakes up just as mad at you and upset as the day before? Even if we did want her back, you obviously don't know her very well if you'd think she'd go for it. She's broken, kid. Stuck in rewind. Eventually you'll get sick of going back into the past with her. People move on. She never will." The man scoffed.

>>"Have you ever considered that she's part of the problem here? Have you ever lived with a kid who doesn't forget? Who wakes up just as mad at you and upset as the day before? Even if we did want her back, you obviously don't know her very well if you'd think she'd go for it. She's broken, kid. Stuck in rewind. Eventually you'll get sick of going back into the past with her. People move on. She never will."

The punch was done even before Gawain fully realized he was moving. The speed itself was baffling, and mostly stemmed from sheer anger; the things they had said before were mean, but this last part, calling Evelyn broken, hit a lot harder.
Not as hard as Gawain, though.

The punch landed on Mr. Summers' nose with a satisfying crack, and a small part of Gawain's brain - almost like an echo - cheerfully noted that he was not going to show his mug in polite society for weeks to come. The young X-man stepped back again, away from the potential fight, shaking his hand out.

"I am living with her." he informed Mrs. Summers in a bitter voice "That's how I know all of what you just said is bullsh*t. We're done here. I tried. And if you ever try to interfere with her life in any way - or any other of our kind, while we're at it - I will come back, and I will make sure to trap you and your husband in the sh*ttiest B horror movie hell I can think of until you lose the mind you have left. And that was a threat."

While Mrs. Summers was mostly composed during the first portion of the conversation, the wail of distress she made as her husband stumbled backwards with a bloodied face quickly attracted staff, and then building security. Cursing and hissed threats responded to Gawain's last remarks, and it was clear they weren't on any better footing than when they started.

Probably worse. Mrs. Summers carpet now had blood on it, and she was shrieking more for the floor than her husband's face.

Security quickly instructed Gawain to leave, although one or two may have been struggling not to smile at the site of Mr. Summers face. It was doubtful this incident would stay quiet for long.