He swore up and down that it was not his fault that kids came to him for advice: they should all know better within five minutes of meeting him, and then meeting Scott. And yet, kids kept turning up outside his room or classroom, big eyes and a story falling out of their lips. And damn him, he kept listening and given them advice, even if that advice was...rather short, usually. It wasn't as though he hadn't been in their situations before, sometime in his long life.
Pete was somewhat different. Pete didn't often need advice or a shoulder to cry on. Sure, it had been a bit odd to have the big Russian in class, as he'd seen the rise and fall of the Iron Curtain, but the farmboy was bright and earnest, and easy to like. A lot easier when he was old enough to drink, even though he'd had to be the one to veto drinking and then preforming a Fastball Special, because going headfirst into a tree sucked even with a healing factor.
"Yep," he said. "Prolly this Friday." Definitely that Friday. "Could use your steel when talking to Jubilee's boyfriend." No, he did not like her having a boyfriend, especially not a senior. It couldn't end well.