Nah. I'm responsible for one person here, and it's Deadpool. I've been pissed off for thirty years and there is no longer a single damn thing actually holding me back. A lot of that applies to Jean, too, except I think her submissive is actually a good kid.
I truly believe that he wanted to save mutants and to make us be seen as... better, or useful, to humanity, rather than just a threat.
But the reason he sent me out initially and put me in a leadership position had nothing to do with any ability on my end. He was just trying to keep me from slitting my own throat.
You've built a good thing, here, in spite of the shit. I'm proud of you. I am glad you have it. I am relieved you have it. I will fight like hell, refrain from fighting like hell, and/or knock you down to your ass when you need that pressure off because I want you to keep it.
Hell, I'll even provide shitty parenting advice.
But that's about as responsible as I can get: responsible for you being responsible for everyone else. .
Chris isn't about to question him, it's his own house: he can drink as much as he likes.
"You realizer 'more current ex-girlfriend sounds nuts, but I get your meaning."
He sits back a bit more in his chair, brow raising. "You probably ought to cause your other option is to have a really weird and awkward mind-conversation with your ex-wife over what you've done to move on and that's no fun for anyone, but I'd be willing to bet she'd still do it."
Now he needs his drink as his thoughts head for a certain man with bright amber eyes and a smile quick as a bolt in the sky. "That's the problem when they 'die' and you move on: they're still feeling the things left feeling when they left you, but you've had to figure something else out. No shame in that, but that doesn't mean you ought ignore it either just cause it's hard."
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