St. John gasped as if the horror of his statement was the most egregious ever. False, and absolutely wrong. John was a sai- okay Peter was right. He was an asshole. He walked that asshole life, and the pair of them knew it for fact that it couldn't be avoided. "Okay. Fair." John shrugged. "Can't handle me at my worst, can't have me at my best." John stated while sipping at the coffee in his mug. "I read that shit on a halter top or something."
Look. John was comfortable with his sexuality. Just sort of was a thing after a while. Blob, he was a indeed a whole lot of man, and he was god damn beautiful... just on the inside because on the outside he was a hideous man. That was his bff Blob, and John would fight any other motherfucker that said different.
"I get that.." John trailed off thinking about his time. The Brotherhood. Sure they were people he knew, and people he looked out for, but were they anything really like family? It was hard for John to really say one way or the other. The now though, was where he was more attached. Kitty and Peter absolutely. Maybe Claire.
"Well, he had toad like features. Tongue.. kinda green.." John shrugged. "Some mutants were luck to get awesome names."