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Moment of Awesome - John Allerdyce/Pyro: Old friends and a bowl of Jello. “I can’t believe I’m back to living under the same roof as the X-geeks. I’m telling you. It's my worst nightmare.” He was still considering doing that reckless thing: moving out, but the new world was… the new world. It wasn’t exactly safe. But his own safety hadn’t been a factor in years. He’d been to worst places. He’d gone in to war zones, dealt with extreme poverty. Fucking hell, he missed his old job. John stuffed his mouth with another spoonful of ice cream. Rogue nodded sagely. She'd 'drank the kool-aid' many years ago, but with John, he always struggled against anything that felt confining, whether it was personal or not. "We all come back," she said with a shrug, "but we're not all the same people who come back." No shit, but it was midnight and her brain had slowed down. "'Sides," she added, "I think y'all like complaining for the sake of complaining. You're a big boy. Almost 30. You don't haveta be here. Just like me. I was quite happy living in deep cover....did it for what, six years?" Another spoonful of jell-o was necessary to continue this conversation.... "Only problem was I had to deny myself the entire time. isn't it nice to be with people who at least understand, even if it's just a genetic thing?" Although Rogue did have a point, it would literally kill John to admit to there being some degree of comfort in being amongst his kind. Out there, when he wasn’t working on something X-Corps related, he was forced to pretend, to blend in; to be like those humans he often claimed to dislike. But he had been fine living in the mansion before he’d moved out with Angelo. It wasn’t the place that was the problem, really. It was that being here now was a huge reminder of everything he and everyone else from their world had lost. For John, the family he knew had been wiped out of existence, and they had only just started to get along after his niece was born. “You’re 30,” John murmured as he dunked a spoonful of ice cream into her bowl. He clearly wasn’t going to answer her question or admit to her being right about what she’d said. “What’s it like, aunty?” Rogue glared. "Auntie? You'll be 30 soon too, jackass. I'm not that much older, so hush your mouth." Peering down into her bowl, she made a face before trying the strange concoction. Eh. She'd eaten worse things. "Besides," she flashed a smile, "I look amazing while you look like a sad sack of crap. Are you even sleeping? And drug induced sleep doesn't count," she added quickly. “Don’t even.” If she was going to lecture him about taking better care of himself, he was going to avoid her like the plague. “You planning on dragging your amazing self to the gym tomorrow to burn off those calories?” He poked her in the stomach. “Maybe I’ll join you.” She gave him a glare but didn't move. There were a few people who she was 100% comfortable with AND who were comfortable with her. John was one of those people. "You know I still train with Logan right? I'm sure he'd love to have you come too," she teased. "But he only does to make sure I go on my early morning run. Gym time is my time, so in a round about way, yes John, please come to the gym withe me." "Yeah... not if the old man is going to be creeping around in the gym after you. I don't want my guts spilling out all over the floor and you don't want the place to burn down." John had successfully avoided all interaction with Logan for years now. It was something of a miracle, really. There was that time he'd almost broken his nose by smacking it against a bookcase because he'd made an abrupt turn when he saw Logan coming down the hallway. He so wasn't afraid of the guy though. He was just allergic to... feral types.