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[hostage]

[From what's visible behind him, Jesse's seated at the nurse's desk of the Xavier School infirmary. That's not really relevant to anything, just that he's at work and he's bored and out of anything useful to occupy his time. He's currently wrapping a gauze bandage around an empty soda can. An art piece, maybe. Or just keeping his hands busy.]

What's up? Anything exciting going on?

[He's talking to the comm device, but his eyes are on his "work".]

We got new guys coming in, right? How 'bout you? Freaking out about this superhero thing? It's pretty wild...

[That might be touching on sardonic. He knows it's no fun to be new here.]

You guys wanna talk or anything, I got nothing better to do.

[As thrilling as it is to keep winding this bandage around a soda can.]

Comments

[hostage]

Have you ever even tried it? Doing something that don't mean anything? Getting outta your head for a while and doing stuff just to see what it feels like?

[earnedmystripes]

I don't want to.

[He doesn't have any curiosity about random sex with strangers tbh.]

As for getting outta my head, alcohol works well enough for that.

[...]

Er. Shit. Look--if that, works for you or whatever, that's your business. But it's not what I want. Okay? Just--leave it at that.

[hostage]

Yeah. Whatever.

[Seven years. Jesus Christ.]

[earnedmystripes]

...Thanks.

[For dropping the subject. He's just going to...awkwardly hang up now....]