sms / mia & rowan
ROWAN: Yeah I'm trying not to think to hard on how that story goes for the X-Men because from what I understand it's not fuckin' easy.
ROWAN: Sounds about right, but alright that works for me then, just let me know if that changes.
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ROWAN: Your dad's okay right like... He's not dead or anything? Also you're safe?
ROWAN: I don't pretend to know the kind of life you've had but I know enough that it can get pretty fuckin' dicey and stuff. If it's somethin' you wanna discuss more somewhere more secure I'm down, but if you can't I get that too.
MIA: I can't say I know or understand much. Care to enlighten?
MIA: It won't. Trust me.
MIA: No, no, of course he's not dead. He's alive and--- well, not /well/, per se. But he's trying. I can tell his removal of power is getting to him and it's all I can do not to tell him to suck it up, honestly. And I'm always safe.
MIA: Well-- if you're free to come over, I wouldn't say no. So long as you can keep this between us.












