I have a healing factor here and no luck getting someone to make out with me more than once. Unless immaculate conception is a thing here, we're golden on that front. [It's a bit late now, Charles. He appreciates the thought but so far he can't get a second date in this world, thinking about theoretical sex seems farfetched to him.
He shrugs, quirking an eyebrow.] You can't tell me not to make a joke you just found funny. Besides, I know how to turn down guys. Except for the one who was a literal drug lord, then I just pretended to be oblivious to him hitting on me. [Brendan is a mouthy, sarcastic and often verbally obnoxious person, but even he'd had enough common sense not to mouth off to San Clemente's most powerful criminal. He was very aware that he had played with fire in that particular case.] I tried killing myself here. You could abandon me without worrying about death, I can't seem to overload my own system here just yet. It's tricky.
...I used to want to be an English teacher. I don't think I could face doing that now. I don't even know if I can deal with school. The things that interested me are hard to take, these days. All I ever wanted was for people I cared about to be okay and now I'm here, with new people who care about me, and I can't act protective about you when you're literally psychic. The only thing I did so far that was legitimately enjoyable and didn't end in disaster was helping a friend of mine here study Shakespeare.
My mom has the same mood swings. It's why she's a ferocious, fucking terrifying lawyer, especially when she's emotionally into a case. Then she falls apart. She tried not to let me see it, but I did. Is that sort of thing hereditary? I never took Biology in high school, I could be wrong, here.
[He blinks away tears.] I. I guess I just don't understand why I'm important to you. I don't get it. But I've been cooking for myself since I was seven, I can help. It's not that hard to learn. And I wouldn't say I enjoy it, but it clears my head, sometimes. Just like getting lost in books does, it just... helps, somehow.
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He shrugs, quirking an eyebrow.] You can't tell me not to make a joke you just found funny. Besides, I know how to turn down guys. Except for the one who was a literal drug lord, then I just pretended to be oblivious to him hitting on me. [Brendan is a mouthy, sarcastic and often verbally obnoxious person, but even he'd had enough common sense not to mouth off to San Clemente's most powerful criminal. He was very aware that he had played with fire in that particular case.] I tried killing myself here. You could abandon me without worrying about death, I can't seem to overload my own system here just yet. It's tricky.
...I used to want to be an English teacher. I don't think I could face doing that now. I don't even know if I can deal with school. The things that interested me are hard to take, these days. All I ever wanted was for people I cared about to be okay and now I'm here, with new people who care about me, and I can't act protective about you when you're literally psychic. The only thing I did so far that was legitimately enjoyable and didn't end in disaster was helping a friend of mine here study Shakespeare.
My mom has the same mood swings. It's why she's a ferocious, fucking terrifying lawyer, especially when she's emotionally into a case. Then she falls apart. She tried not to let me see it, but I did. Is that sort of thing hereditary? I never took Biology in high school, I could be wrong, here.
[He blinks away tears.] I. I guess I just don't understand why I'm important to you. I don't get it. But I've been cooking for myself since I was seven, I can help. It's not that hard to learn. And I wouldn't say I enjoy it, but it clears my head, sometimes. Just like getting lost in books does, it just... helps, somehow.