Of all the residents in the mansion to be compared to, the Professor; Jay rolled his eyes as he moved towards the adjacent loveseat. As he wearily dropped down onto the cushion a small, ruddy feather that had fallen free floated down to land on his shoulder. With the annoyance of finding a loose thread or the like, Jay picked it off.
He looked down, watching as the feather was idly twirled between his own fingers. "Y'all like it out there.. tourin'? People takin' to music an' such? Ain't all 'bout who's a mutant an' who ain't?"
"Ah'm okay." He shrugged as he eased his own feet up on the coffee table as well. "This time a'year ain't.. easy. But it's better here than at home. Bein' round everyone kinda.. I dunno... it helps, Ah guess."