Closed; it was not ever meant to be a date

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Who; Biggs and Jean
Where; Jean's apartment
When; Friday (25th), evening
What; Biggs is returning the favor of booze and actually bought glasses

CW: Violence and discussion thereof, and other terrible things in Jean's past



Against all odds and his better judgment, Biggs has actually settled into a routine in this place. Admittedly, it's taken some time to digest the fact that this is all real, that there isn't a way for him to return home, but he's got a steady job and he's even made some friends. He knows it's unlikely the locals will remember him when they move on to the next place, but for now, it was enough to keep him busy and his mind decidedly off those he'd left behind in his own world. Besides, he'd even made some good friends, or a friend at least, and that was where he was heading how that he'd stopped by the liquor store on the way to their apartments. Jean had supplied the booze the last time, and he owed her drinks.

And glasses, which he'd picked up too, on the way over. He has the glasses in a box tucked under his arm, the bottle of whiskey in a paper bag, and he knocks with his free hand.

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Whatever had happened, it seemed to pass as quickly as it appeared, though the echoes were still present in his mind. They were vivid memories, filled with the thoughts of many men and he took a few moments to even sort them out.

"There was a plane, a big one, flying over a mansion. They were thinking...they could just bomb it, and get rid of the...the mutants that lived there. And then there was...a lot of rage, and fire...and...how did I see that?"

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She blinked and then pulled her legs up into her chest and away from him. "That's..." she trailed off and looked away. "I don't know how you saw that. It's something that happened to me that...I did what was right." She said it like it was something she had to convince herself of and the truth was exactly that. Everything had changed after that. If people hadn't been afraid of her, they definitely were.

"They were going to kill us." But people kept bringing up how she'd killed them first. Suddenly she found herself really glad her own powers were gone right now. He was probably just as terrified as they'd been and it was nice to not know.

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He shook his head, running a hand back over his hair, trying to sort out his thoughts. "I don't know. I thought your powers weren't working." His tone wasn't accusatory, just searching, trying to figure out what had just happened.

"I know." And there was a serious tone to his voice when he continued. "They deserved that. Some people are just doing their jobs, but they deserved it."

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"They aren't..." she said quietly. "Thankfully." The word was muttered mostly to herself. She really didn't want to know what he actually thought of her after seeing that.

"They weren't just doing their job, they were going beyond that."

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"Well, I don't know about where you come from, but on Gaia, we don't just share peoples' memories." He shook his head, focusing on how this was possible was more comfortable than thinking about what he'd felt. He'd killed people in the defense of what he loved, and he'd do it again. He didn't think anything less of Jean for doing it. If anything, he'd grown a greater respect for her than he'd had before. He'd had enough of people crowing about change and only really had the patience for people willing to make it happen.

Evidently, Jean was one of those people.

"I know...because you felt it." He looked over to her then, offering her a small smile, one that said 'I get it, and I don't judge you for it'. "I don't know how I know, but I know if I could do something like that, I would have too."

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"We don't either. I mean...I can, but me and the Professor are kinda unique and..." she trailed off. She was rambling. Definitely rambling a lot to try to make up for how intensely awkward and just strange she felt.

"I'm sorry you felt it..." she bit down on her lower lip and kept her legs pulled to her chest. "Everyone else was upset about it. I think it was the real tipping point for everyone becoming afraid of me."

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"But your powers aren't working, so that's not what's going on here." It wasn't forceful or accusatory, just a statement of fact. Facts helped Biggs keep things straight in his head, kept his anxiety from winning out when things got real. He was really falling back on that now.

He shook his head, earnestly meeting her eyes, provided they were raised in a way he could, and reached out, placing a hand on her knee. "Authorities are supposed to protect us, that's what they tell us, but when those authorities decide they're more loyal to something other than protection, there isn't a law to protect you from them. If you have the power to protect yourself and the people you love, then why wouldn't you use it?"