Not that you asked for it any, but, my advice? Even if it's crap you're not used to, just treat it like it is. Saves you a lot of trouble.
( slouching back against the couch, julian raises up both arms to throw them over the back of it. tips his head back, so the nap of his neck is pressing against the hard bit behind the cushioning. ) When I got here, I thought crap was fine back home. Like, fine as it hasn't been since I was fourteen fine. Since before Decimation. We'd carved out our own little bit of paradise, finally had a place where kids could feel safe again. No one was constantly looking over their shoulder waiting for the next time something would massacre us, we could just be. You know?
Then Sophie showed me how crap went down - later. And it's all gone. Everything's fucked, again, and if I stop to think about how this isn't something I should just be used to, it's going to break me. Again. And I can't afford that right now. So.
( Treat it like it is. Sure. He has a young alternate version of his father here, his mother who he also doesn’t know, Cable who, from the looks of it, also an alternate version, not to mention the fact that he’d slept with Sophie who is also sleeping with Quentin but that’s to be on the downlow and oh yeah, his powers are killing him and he has about three years left to live, give or take and… it’s a lot. It’s. A lot. )
I’d rather deal with Sinister and his bullshit or people trying to use me. At least I have an idea how to navigate that.
( Better than he does all… this.
Sigh on his lips, he drags fingers down his face before it drops away and he shakes his head. )
( because sometimes taking on crap is too hard for everyone else. because sometimes, people like nate don't know what the fuck to do with what's happening, but julian has a good idea of how to handle it. and even when he doesn't? he knows how to fake it well enough to pass.
julian drops his arm from the back of the couch. presses a metal hand against nate's shoulder instead, in something - close to comfort. )
I've got you, man. We're a team, and we'll get through this crap together.
( But he looks to the hand there on his shoulder and then to Julian himself, blue eyes soft in their gaze. Quiet, he sighs and runs fingers through his hair, pushing it back some before he looks ahead and decides he needs some air or something. Get out of his own head. )
( his hand drops away, and julian slides back into his own space rather than invading nate's. giving him plenty of space to get up and go get himself some air. )
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( slouching back against the couch, julian raises up both arms to throw them over the back of it. tips his head back, so the nap of his neck is pressing against the hard bit behind the cushioning. ) When I got here, I thought crap was fine back home. Like, fine as it hasn't been since I was fourteen fine. Since before Decimation. We'd carved out our own little bit of paradise, finally had a place where kids could feel safe again. No one was constantly looking over their shoulder waiting for the next time something would massacre us, we could just be. You know?
Then Sophie showed me how crap went down - later. And it's all gone. Everything's fucked, again, and if I stop to think about how this isn't something I should just be used to, it's going to break me. Again. And I can't afford that right now. So.
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I’d rather deal with Sinister and his bullshit or people trying to use me. At least I have an idea how to navigate that.
( Better than he does all… this.
Sigh on his lips, he drags fingers down his face before it drops away and he shakes his head. )
But sure. I’ll just accept it for what it is.
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( because sometimes taking on crap is too hard for everyone else. because sometimes, people like nate don't know what the fuck to do with what's happening, but julian has a good idea of how to handle it. and even when he doesn't? he knows how to fake it well enough to pass.
julian drops his arm from the back of the couch. presses a metal hand against nate's shoulder instead, in something - close to comfort. )
I've got you, man. We're a team, and we'll get through this crap together.
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( But he looks to the hand there on his shoulder and then to Julian himself, blue eyes soft in their gaze. Quiet, he sighs and runs fingers through his hair, pushing it back some before he looks ahead and decides he needs some air or something. Get out of his own head. )
I need some air… thanks for this though.
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( his hand drops away, and julian slides back into his own space rather than invading nate's. giving him plenty of space to get up and go get himself some air. )
You know where to find me.