Who: Remy OT John
When: Late night, Thursday
Where: John's room
What: Visiting

( And while you kiss everybody but me, I just sit back and watch. But one day soon, I'm gonna grab you by the collar and kiss you all I want! )

St John was not one for fanfares.

He more or less snuck back into the mansion, duffle on his back, a couple of days of beard growth and a new set of clothes on his back.

Useful thing, guilt. Apparently his Dad felt bad enough to buy him some jeans and a couple of shirts. Or maybe that was just so he didn't freak out the rest of the family, all respectable and clean.

He dumped his bag in his room, running slender fingers through his hair. He was tempted to go find Remy, his friend's company likely to make him forget. But equally, he wasn't ready to pretend it was fucking fine for his family to cast him aside because he wasn't 'useful'.

Sliding his bedroom window open, he slung a leg over the windowsill, clambering up and onto the roof. Years of practice made it look easy. Pulling his cigarettes out of a pocket, he lit one, first exhale more of a sigh as he palmed a small flame.

To: j.allerdyce@xaviers.edu
From: r.lebeau@xaviers.edu
Date: 03/11/2008 6:14pm
Subject: (no subject)

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Who: Remy, Johnny, Pietro, Wanda
Where: The city
What: Out drinking!
When: Backdated to Saturday night?

( He could talk his way into any place. )