julian knows he shouldn't be using his powers like this in front of people, especially in this part of town, but he's just so fucking tired. he’s always hated pretending to be normal, but it’s only gotten worse since losing his hands - he keeps forgetting all the things he’s not supposed to be capable of, all the ways he’s supposed to be helpless. he hates feeling weak, and the pity usually seems worse than the angry stares - but right now he’s not so sure. he’s got all his things packed in backpacks and duffel bags, and he’s carrying them as inconspicuously as he can considering the bright green glow emanating from everything he’s psychically touching.
he shouldn’t have come here, either - he’s less certain on that point, but he’d bet money on it anyway. josh hadn’t exactly been fond of him when he’d left (or, maybe, too fond - the thought makes julian smile a little, even as self-conscious as he is.) he couldn’t go to gwen’s - he wasn’t ready to find out what was happening there. he knew she wouldn’t be happy about him vanishing like he had. his lease had expired months ago, so his place was out - thankfully he’d had the foresight to pack everything. and he hadn’t exactly made a lot of friends here. that left josh. and as mad as he was going to be, it was nothing he hadn’t said to julian before.
he knocked twice on the dirty apartment door, hesitating for longer than he’d like to admit to.