Re: For Tabby;
"Um, no." Between her insanity and potential people she knew insanity, John was already keen on stamping on that one. "I have enough friends, I have too many friends, I don't need more, so there is no need for you to pick them." And really, he didn't. His hands were totally full with Rictor and Tabby and Rogue and occasionally with Ian too. He didn't need anyone else being a pain in his far too fucking easy to talk over ass.
"I'm just saying, ballparking that whole 'what am I doing with myself' kind helps when picking something to study." Not that John could really talk. The extent of his education was 10 years of broken up, disjointed and poorly taken in education across almost twelve states and twenty three schools and a hastily scrounged up English Literature study from an online course. St John's education was more disjointed than a politicians tax trail. "Usually you gotta at least pick a sub-group."