( reading along as each reply comes up on his phone, he can't help but feel a deep pang of sympathy for her, commingled with a quiet sense of horror, for the pain she must have endured, forced to come to grips with such a power at such a vulnerable time in her life. did she have any support? from her family, or others – mutants – like her?
full of questions, compassion, and not wanting to make her feel like she has to publish more personal information on a public network, he hedges, then responds. )
Well, Rogue, you can talk my ear off whenever you like. I got plenty of time.
Have you had breakfast? I heard there's a little place near the beach that has pastries, and coffee with chicory, New Orleans-style.
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full of questions, compassion, and not wanting to make her feel like she has to publish more personal information on a public network, he hedges, then responds. )
Well, Rogue, you can talk my ear off whenever you like. I got plenty of time.
Have you had breakfast? I heard there's a little place near the beach that has pastries, and coffee with chicory, New Orleans-style.