Nah. You get used to hyper-vigilance. Then the situation changes, the hyper-vigilance doesn't turn off and quiet and comfortable and the lack of outside stimulus to drown it out makes it sharper.
[ Out of the blue, Scott gets a photo of Logan wearing the 'Captain Asshole' t-shirt.. and nothing else? Who knows. The photo cuts off just below the hem, but there's some suggestively bare and hairy skin involved. ]
This isn't the best place to learn to relax, but it's probably worth trying. It's a lot of things, but it's not an outright constant assault on your life.
I read back through a lot of it. Maybe in this instance not really having had much practical experience with normal's a benefit.
A lot of things I've seen here have made me as angry as anything has, but the ballast of someone seeing 'mutant' and wanting me dead on sight seems to counterbalance it some. At least enough that I'm no more panicky than I was at home.
Chris' gaze cuts up to Scott and away again as he reaches for the bottle to refill their glasses.
"He didn't die." He contemplates leaving it at that, but that was hardly fair in their little give and take. Besides, Scott couldn't be the only one with weird stories. He clears his throat and continues.
"Mallik Kallian didn't die, but when he left the city's docks with a kiss and a promise and never came back, I sure thought he had. Turns out his ship got sunk, yes, but by a kraken that collected things. It collected him down to the depths and kept him in magical stasis and quite alive, if asleep. He was thirty-four when he was lost, eight years later, he's still thirty-four and needing to find his place again in a world that's moved on without him. Myself included, even if I never once forgot or stopped loving him."
Wait, no. They're supposed to be talking about Jean, or Chris, or someone not him. This is why he shouldn't drink and yet he immediately goes back to his refilled glass, albeit with more respect.
"Wasn't 34 way too young for you eight years ago? How old were you, 13?"
He shoots Scott a look...which only turns into a disbelieving scoff as he continues talking. "Alright put a pin in that one, I'm sure it's crazy." Because most of Scott's bullshit was, even if Chris was curious, it rarely meant he fully understood.
"How old do you think I am, Scott? I was seventeen. He was twice my age, yes, but that hardly meant anything much at the time. Besides....now he's not twice my age and it still doesn't matter."
He shrugs. "No more crazy than the rest of the story about your previous lover." Then he sips from his glass and admits: "I thought you were twenty one. Seventeen's fine." Almost. Close enough. He can only get so judgey. For lots of reasons. Experiences. Whatever.
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