Jonas scoffs wryly, "Not very well, wouldn't you say?"
He's not sure what it is about him that seems to have attracted Rupert's attention, but he does know that his charms are far from universal. At home, he was broken. At school, a freak. An outcast in 1921. An outlaw in 2052. Being an imPort is the closest he's gotten to fitting in since his father's suicide, and that's only because he's one weirdo out of a hundred weirdos. He hasn't managed to fit himself into the neurotypical mold. The evidence shows that he never will.
"Until recently, I had maps. Schedules. Places to be when I needed to be there. Things I was meant to do. But this world wasn't part of any plan, which has been hard. I can't count how many times I've tried to kill myself here."
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He's not sure what it is about him that seems to have attracted Rupert's attention, but he does know that his charms are far from universal. At home, he was broken. At school, a freak. An outcast in 1921. An outlaw in 2052. Being an imPort is the closest he's gotten to fitting in since his father's suicide, and that's only because he's one weirdo out of a hundred weirdos. He hasn't managed to fit himself into the neurotypical mold. The evidence shows that he never will.
"Until recently, I had maps. Schedules. Places to be when I needed to be there. Things I was meant to do. But this world wasn't part of any plan, which has been hard. I can't count how many times I've tried to kill myself here."