"Oi." John pointed at her. "Don't give me that shit. I don't know what happened after I'm died, Shadowcat." He used her old name again. "So you can't give me that bullshit." He laughed lightly. Pyro was giving his best effort forward, but he was... still him. And abrasive was saying it lightly.
"Nah." Pyro waved his hand dismissing his beach idea. There were many things he deserved, and none of them were something nice. Not with his history. Though Kitty. "We should hope for your world of beds and pillows." John said softly. "I don't know what made you run off, but you need something nice." Then he shook his head killing his nice wishes. "Nah. Lets just go back to the hellscape where we came from. Get some sweet revenge and destroy something."
There we go. Normal Pyro. Don't get comfortable. Things were going to get fucked up anyway.