Ever reasonable. Always dependable. Cautious, careful, sensible. For the first time in a long time, John felt some old insult about Bobby the good little corporal, Bobby the Boy Scout, Bobby Who Always Does What He's Told, rose again in the back of his head. So he breathed. He took one breath after another as he'd been taught to in prison and the thick, murky mix of fear and panic receded a little, at least until he could look at his boyfriend again without contempt.
"You're right. It's not the same. But that's part of the trouble." More acutely than ever, John missed the way things were, the way he was, and wiped the beginnings of tears from his eyes. "I know you didn't like it. I know you like...this. But you there were 5 countries with anti-discrimination laws about mutants, and Dr McCoy had been in the White House and United Nations, and college kids wanted to know what it was like to be a mutant. We were even kind of cool," he observed, wistfully - even if most of his fellow students had gotten everything wrong, the attempt had to mean something. "And if anyone attacked a mutant, you'd get protests and banners and people telling the Friends of Humanity to fuck off outta Manhattan." Sure, not everyone had been fun and welcoming, and there were always (sadly accurate) reports of all sorts of underground testing on mutants by governments and military, but Magneto had shut the fuck up, the civil strife had ended...it was better than it had been.
"Now if someone tries to put me in a cage and pump me full of cure, who the hell would know what was going on? Except you." And indirectly, Bobby had been responsible for his stint in prison the first time. Not that John held it against him. But he did remember.
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Date: 2015-09-23 11:10 am (UTC)"You're right. It's not the same. But that's part of the trouble." More acutely than ever, John missed the way things were, the way he was, and wiped the beginnings of tears from his eyes. "I know you didn't like it. I know you like...this. But you there were 5 countries with anti-discrimination laws about mutants, and Dr McCoy had been in the White House and United Nations, and college kids wanted to know what it was like to be a mutant. We were even kind of cool," he observed, wistfully - even if most of his fellow students had gotten everything wrong, the attempt had to mean something. "And if anyone attacked a mutant, you'd get protests and banners and people telling the Friends of Humanity to fuck off outta Manhattan." Sure, not everyone had been fun and welcoming, and there were always (sadly accurate) reports of all sorts of underground testing on mutants by governments and military, but Magneto had shut the fuck up, the civil strife had ended...it was better than it had been.
"Now if someone tries to put me in a cage and pump me full of cure, who the hell would know what was going on? Except you." And indirectly, Bobby had been responsible for his stint in prison the first time. Not that John held it against him. But he did remember.