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He wanted to see him. He'd been wanting to since the entire thing first happened and the two had split off to find their respective siblings. He'd only heard after the fact that there was something wrong with the Italians; he'd at least managed to get down to the medlabs under feigned teacherly concern over a student, to try and find out the condition that Luci was in. A coma. A psychic coma, he later learned, and the Professor couldn't predict when it would end. Couldn't go in to try and pry the brothers apart because he might end up damaging one of them. They'd come out of it in time.
But JP had never been good with waiting.
He wanted to see him. But he couldn't. He could go down there fast enough that students and teachers wouldn't see him, but if he actually paused in the room then the cameras would. Scott would see, or someone else, or he'd have to go and try to find the security tapes and get rid of them himself. It was too risky. This was only one of the many reasons that Jean-Paul and Luciano's relationship had been a bad idea from the start. Now his fucking boyfriend was downstairs in a coma, and JP couldn't even go down to sit by him or check with Jeremiah on if there was any progress. It wasn't that he thought Luci would magically wake up if he went down there, but he still wanted to see. And, okay, maybe some part of him thought that if Luci could feel his distinctive and familiar mind near him that it might jog him awake a bit. Give him something to try and hold onto to find his way back.
He had to pretend to be calmly detached from it all, though, as always. Aurora had offered to be the excuse, to say she had her eye on one or all of the Carducci's and let JP pretend that he was only down there to be with her. He'd declined, though. He didn't want her getting more gossip than was necessary. He normally didn't care about it, but in a space so enclosed, a home with that many people inside of it, it was important to try and still the waters when possible. She tried to keep him distracted otherwise, and he'd been spending almost all of his free time flying. When that didn't work, it was back to the alcohol and some of the pills that he'd actually been avoiding taking for the last few months. Distracting himself from what he couldn't help.
Jean-Paul Beaubier didn't tend to live his life in a way that left him with regrets. This past week though, had proven to be one of those rare times.
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But JP had never been good with waiting.
He wanted to see him. But he couldn't. He could go down there fast enough that students and teachers wouldn't see him, but if he actually paused in the room then the cameras would. Scott would see, or someone else, or he'd have to go and try to find the security tapes and get rid of them himself. It was too risky. This was only one of the many reasons that Jean-Paul and Luciano's relationship had been a bad idea from the start. Now his fucking boyfriend was downstairs in a coma, and JP couldn't even go down to sit by him or check with Jeremiah on if there was any progress. It wasn't that he thought Luci would magically wake up if he went down there, but he still wanted to see. And, okay, maybe some part of him thought that if Luci could feel his distinctive and familiar mind near him that it might jog him awake a bit. Give him something to try and hold onto to find his way back.
He had to pretend to be calmly detached from it all, though, as always. Aurora had offered to be the excuse, to say she had her eye on one or all of the Carducci's and let JP pretend that he was only down there to be with her. He'd declined, though. He didn't want her getting more gossip than was necessary. He normally didn't care about it, but in a space so enclosed, a home with that many people inside of it, it was important to try and still the waters when possible. She tried to keep him distracted otherwise, and he'd been spending almost all of his free time flying. When that didn't work, it was back to the alcohol and some of the pills that he'd actually been avoiding taking for the last few months. Distracting himself from what he couldn't help.
Jean-Paul Beaubier didn't tend to live his life in a way that left him with regrets. This past week though, had proven to be one of those rare times.