[ Wrench shrugged. ] it's hard when you roll with a certain crowd your entire life. Sounds like he's deep in that closet, man. [ Which gets him to chuckle a bit. ] You know its just funny though, now that I'm thinking about it, that being "deep in the closet" is the gayest fucking saying.

[ Yeaaah. Mess was a part of life though, wasn't it? People who weren't messy... made him nervous. They felt fake. Hiding something, or fucking sociopaths. Glad to hear the mask was doing its intended job, though. ] So you've not been here too long, or?

[ Well. Now that they were out in the creeping darkness among the mist and fog he figured was a good time to power her up. She helped with a bit of light and frankly just made him less anxious. ] And it's cool, man. I probably came out swinging for you too hard anyway. [ He just had his reasons. They mattered a little less, now. ]

I can tell you with certainty I would not be risking my delicate little ass for someone or something I didn't feel an important connection to. But since we're on the topic of straight shooters but a little more gentle, here's where I need some guidance.

[ His stomach ties itself in knots. This isn't what he signed up for. Did not sign up for opening up so soon! God dammit and if he cared less he'd be fine with just nodding and going, uhuh, okay. Sure, Jan. Ooh, but he gives a shit because he's really tired of seeing brilliant people getting the light sucked out of them because they "don't fit" or, you know, because their brain was a little wonky sometimes. ] My understanding of right and wrong might not be what everyone agrees on either, you feel me? If she tells me she blew up a building that happened to kill some police or, whatever the fuck you guys call them, enforcers? You know, I don't think I'm too upset over that.