“I’m glad you weren’t alone,” Jason said, tilting his head to look at her. “Can’t be fun, seeing the future and all that. Does it stick around when you’re done drawing it?”
He shrugged again and nodded. “I did.” It wasn’t an uncomfortable subject for him to talk about, but he didn’t freely share it. Any illusions of that sort of men-don’t-talk that he got from school, or the belief that he couldn’t have any flaws because he’d ruin the Winter name had been knocked out of him one at a time through speaking to a shrink and through working with Scott in Texas. Scott had been the one to open his eyes, that had helped him come to terms with his own powers so he wasn’t afraid of them anymore. “Saying ‘better’ indicates there was something wrong with me,” he told her. “There wasn’t. Everyone has their… issues. I moved past them, but that doesn’t mean they’re not still here. I just deal with them better now.”
As she whispered her confession, Jason chuckled and reached out with his foot, gently knocking her knee with it. “Definitely that people have superpowers. Look back in history, man, we’ve been around a lot longer than anyone wants to admit.” He smiled a little. “But if it’s a delusion, at least it’s a relatively nice one? I mean, for somewhere that could be cooked up by your mind, it’s not a terrible place. Could do with a better outdoor basketball court, though, if you could fix that for me.” He winked and then looked up at the sky. “You should talk to Dr Anderson about your nightmares, you know. She might be able to help you deconstruct them. Or whatever.”