“No place is every truly safe, Cleo. This place just accepts our kind and has affordable housing. It’s not special, but its all we got.” He knew this might end up being temporary, but he for once in his life wanted them to be safe. “And ff we went after every scream we’d end up in some weird places.” to him, he’d been in the place of that person screaming. He knew the feeling, he knew what it was like to have his mind be so loud from his own–he took another drag of his cigarette. “You’re right,” he looked off into the distance, his find trying to focus on anything else than the screaming. “Our lives ain’t X-Men comics. We aren’t made to be heroes or villains, we’re just people. We get into their business we could actually get hurt or worse.” He looks over to her, his expression softening, he knew she was right about this place. But what choice did they have? “I don’t care what happens to me, but just got you back. I ain’t risking that. Not again, I shouldn’t have then.” He looks back to her, flicking away his cigarette. “We’ll be okay here or we leave.”
“I know. I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else to be honest. This is the best we are going to get and it’s pretty good.” Cleo brought her knees up to her chest. As much as her heart hurt for all of the people’s screams and cries for help she heard, her mind told her to keep her feet planted on the ground so she wouldn’t get in trouble again. “If our lives were X-Men, I would be sleeping with Ryan Reynolds,” she joked. She grinned a little. The shining light that only he could bring out in her. Her smile quickly faltered. “No!” she said too quickly. “It’s my job to protect you. You barely remember where you left your socks. I know you won’t risk anything but don’t feel like I’m the reason you shouldn’t.”