Yeah. [ Logan retakes his place, then finishes the last of his wine. ] Something like that.
I don't stay at the school all year. [ Primarily this is because he wouldn't be able to take it. It's no-one's fault, really; it's just been a rough time adjusting to this new world, to these new versions of people he knew, to the memories Charles kept sharing with him about his new life.
It's rough trying to feel like he belongs, or like he deserves to be here at all when his entire world was meant to go to hell.
But Jean-Paul doesn't have to know that. ]
And yeah, I like Flack. I don't buy shit I don't like.
Neither do I. I think I'd go bugfuck crazy. Everyone is always up in your personal life. And unlike most of the faculty, mine isn't confined to the school.
Yeah. [ Logan makes his next one with just as little thought as before, but he's decided he'll take it easy on Jean-Paul this round. ] She's got a calm voice, doesn't she.
You're right about America being shit, though. [ He rubs lightly at the side of his jaw. ] Those kids're the only reason I'd ever come back.
[Indeed it is - and he tries to remember that as he moves his piece.]
You and me both. Who ever would suspect us of that, non? Since it's just you and I, a confession: it's about d'only thing I do that I feel matters much.
[ Logan frowns slightly as it's eaten, so he works on his defences a bit more. (But not too much, he reminds himself, and it's so strange to actually play checkers with proper thought.) ]
You're not the first person to tell me that. [ But he is the first person who hasn't ever really tried to be nice to him to tell him that. It makes the whole thing so much more candid, more honest.
Logan ignores the warmth settling in his chest in favour of pouring wine out again. ]
...thanks, though.
'roro tells me I don't notice things like that. She's probably right.
[ That, of all things, has Logan delayed in his next move. He looks up at Jean-Paul with slightly furrowed brows, and though questions of all sorts crop up in his throat... ]
I just thought you were bored. [ He lets out a half-assed lie, instead. ]
[ Logan rifles through multiple responses, not sure which one would be most appropriate: If you did, I'd have passed out; no, I'm not looking at you; you're the one looking at me, asshole.
Instead, bluntly but not without its own fair share of awkward: ] I think I'm just happy you came.
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Right. So you just make it to d'other end of the board for that?
[See? He can be humble and ask! ...sometimes.]
Why are you up here, anyway?
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[ Logan stands when the record ends to put another one on. Roberta Flack, the Best Of.
He also looks behind him when the next question comes, brow raised. ] You asking me why I'm home?
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[JP nods.]
Ouais. Just needed to get away, I'm guessing.
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I don't stay at the school all year. [ Primarily this is because he wouldn't be able to take it. It's no-one's fault, really; it's just been a rough time adjusting to this new world, to these new versions of people he knew, to the memories Charles kept sharing with him about his new life.
It's rough trying to feel like he belongs, or like he deserves to be here at all when his entire world was meant to go to hell.
But Jean-Paul doesn't have to know that. ]
And yeah, I like Flack. I don't buy shit I don't like.
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Plus America blows.
[He makes his first move, confident as usual.]
It's nice.
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You're right about America being shit, though. [ He rubs lightly at the side of his jaw. ] Those kids're the only reason I'd ever come back.
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[Indeed it is - and he tries to remember that as he moves his piece.]
You and me both. Who ever would suspect us of that, non? Since it's just you and I, a confession: it's about d'only thing I do that I feel matters much.
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[He moves without obsessing this time.]
Not to get all mushy but... I would not be the man I am now if not for the instruction of someone who gave a single fuck about me when I was a kid.
I find it oddly fulfilling to be that for others, now.
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And I won't tell anyone about the "mushy".
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[Aha. A chance! He takes it, looking pleased as he gets to eat a piece.]
Merci. I don't bother telling people much about my past. I wrote a fucking book, I figure anybody who gives a shit would read it.
THAT ICON LMAO
Mm.
Harsh isn't bad.
XD
[No pieces to take, but he thinks he can do so in another move, perhaps. He's starting to actually enjoy the game as a game, not a contest.]
They like you, you know.
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Logan ignores the warmth settling in his chest in favour of pouring wine out again. ]
...thanks, though.
'roro tells me I don't notice things like that. She's probably right.
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[The wine is appreciated.]
Well, you're not exactly well socialised so that's hardly surprising. But so what?
Stupid question: you lonely?
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Obviously, Logan's caught off-guard by it. ]
Lonely?
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No judgement.
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Yeah.
[ But he eats one of Jean-Paul's pieces for it. ]
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[Not mad about the move - he gets one of Logan's in return.]
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I just thought you were bored. [ He lets out a half-assed lie, instead. ]
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What? You're looking at me like I farted.
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Instead, bluntly but not without its own fair share of awkward: ] I think I'm just happy you came.
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Good. I'm happy I came, too. You know, you're always welcome at my place in Laval if you're ever out there.
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[ He laughs a bit, dipping his head in a small nod. ] But... yeah. Okay.
I'll pass by some time.
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You might like it. It's not insanely fancy. And I don't bring a lot of guys there ever.
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Y. they so cute