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ax_mainJay and Terry hang out and talk and make music.
Hanging out and making music with Jay was something Terry was always looking forward to, but this time, there was no hiding the fact that she was thoroughly distracted, sitting on Jack's desk chair while they tried to decide what to sing next. She couldn't stop thinking about her father - even now, she was wondering whether Jay knew the Jam, and what he thought of them, when she realised her friend had just asked her a question, and she blinked, then focused back on him. "Sorry, what?"
"I said, are you feeling OK?" He hung his arm lazily over his guitar. "You look about a thousand miles away."
"Sorry," she told him with a small, apologetic smile, and looked down at her hands briefly. She might as well tell Jay everything; she knew he'd listen. "I, um. I've met my dad. I never had. It's been a bit difficult, focusing on anything."
The guitar was pushed aside and forgotten. Jay moved closer to the edge of the bed. He half reached for her, then awkwardly froze with his hands hovering. "That's... Wow... I have no idea what to say."
Terry chuckled quietly, rolling the chair nearer to take his hands in hers. "Neither did I. I'm seeing him again on Friday. It's all... a bit like a dream." But more complicated, in some ways.
"So...it's a happy occasion?" He shook his head. "I can't even imagine."
"For now," Terry said, squeezed his hands, and pulled hers back. "It's a bit... My uncle... never told him I existed, apparently?" And then there was the question of his motivation for reaching out, what with him being a spook. Did he really care for her, or was he after mutants somehow? She really wanted to believe in him, though. He'd been... so perfect.
"Where I come from...that uncle'd have more than one steamin' mad granny t' answer to. Don't matter how old he is, he'd still get the paddle." He smiled, hoping he could lift her spirits a little.
Terry winced. "I think my dad would happily punch him for it." Repeatedly. In choice parts of his anatomy. He'd seemed so angry, and Terry couldn't blame him - but then again she could, and she didn't have to like it. "But he's the one who raised me, you know? He was there for me all these years. He's sacrificed so much for me."
"Sorry, sorry. I shoulda stepped more carefully." He blew out a long breath. "That's all really tough. I mean, y' gotta have loyalty t' the kin who raised you. But...I guess you must feel like someone just spun you right 'round."
"I don't know what to think anymore," Terry confirmed with a nod. "Or what to feel."
"I have a feeling I'm definitely not helping." One corner of his mouth turned down. "Y'know, honestly if y' ask me to give you any advice, I only got one thing. They used to make us write everything down at...before I got here. It sounds so stupid, but it helps so much. For unwindin' things."
Terry considered that, and then nodded with a small smile. "Thank you. I'll give it a try. It doesn't sound very stupid at all."
"Did to me, at first," he said, trying to keep smiling and being warm. Hopefully it would put her more at ease.
"It's about putting it all down, and ordering your thoughts, isn't it?" Terry thought out loud.
"Right. Get everything out. Once it's out, then it's not so tangled up anymore. And it makes you see things that weren't in the front of your mind."
Terry nodded decisively. "I'll try it. It can't hurt, can it."
"I'm pretty sure it can't. This is my disclaimer." He held up his hand. "If you journal and it drives you into th' psych ward, I can recommend an excellent one."
Terry laughed quietly, mostly because he was spinning it as a joke, and taking it too seriously would probably not be doing anyone any favours. "I think I'll be all right. It's all very confusing, but at the end of the day, I've got a father now. That's meant to be a good thing."
"It is. It is." Jay missed his father, but he was feeling lucky to have had one for most of his life. "I'm happy for you."
"Thank you," she told him with a genuine smile. "But enough about me and my mad family drama. How have you been?"
"I've been gettin' out a bit more. You're welcome t' take credit for that." She'd more or less broken the seal on the worst of his social isolation. "It's sort of makin' me think....whaddaya think about gettin' a band together?"
"Oh," Terry let out, and then chuckled at the thought. "What kind of band? What kind of music, I mean? Are other people interested? I don't even know who plays music."
"I don't know. About any of that. I just..." He had to laugh to let out a bit of nervous energy. "Listen. I'm no good at school. I don't have the grades for college, and mama sure can't afford to send my underacheiving ass anyway. In my future, I don't think there's really any choice for me. I'm gonna make music. An' I'm gonna be out there, an' the next batch of mutant teenagers is gonna look an' say 'I could do that, too. Out in fronta everyone.'"
Terry smiled at him, honestly amazed by people like him, like Warren and Simon and Jean-Paul. The courage it took to do this sort of thing... "That's fierce. You should absolutely do that. First mutant frontman!"
"It was something like that that caused all my trouble in th' first place." He cleared his throat, pushing emotion down and maintaining calm. "So I think it would be the best tribute to Julia, if I could go out in front of everyone an' not be scared. I'm gonna do it or die tryin'," he said with a bit of a laugh at the end.
"You're expressly forbidden from dying," Terry told him with a mock-serious expression, then smiled at him again. "That's beautiful, though. You're all so brave, being ready to do things like that."
"I don't think it's so brave, really. After what happened...nothin' else seems so scary. At least nothin' that happens to me." He grinned at her, and added "Don't worry. I'm bullet proof." Literally.
"I wish you were," Terry replied with a brief grimace. She impulsively reached out to take his hand and squeeze it. "You should absolutely become the world's first mutant rock star."
He enjoyed holding hands with her, and he squeezed back appreciatively. "I'm going to. Bet on it. And actually...I guess I never mention it, but I really am bullet proof. Probably. I'm everythin'-else-proof, so far. I got a full house o' powers. Weird voice, wings, speed healin'."
"That's not being bullet-proof," Terry said with a small frown. "But I'll take it. It's good to know." She squeezed his hand again, then let it go. "Come on, let's sing something. We've got to prepare you for that international superstar career of yours."
"Wanna be th' Demi Lovato to my Patrick Stump? I've been really into 'Irresistible' lately." He was happy to let things drop and get back to music if that's what she wanted. He'd probably bend over backwards twice to make her feel better, after what she'd told him. Jay didn't have many friends, and he very much wanted to make Terry happy.
"Yes!" Terry beamed, and unlocked her phone screen. "Let me pull up the lyrics." She knew the song, but not by heart.
Jay picked at his guitar, doodling around to fill the momentary quiet. He smiled at Terry while she was looking away, content just to have her around. They might both have their problems, but from the warm feeling she gave him, he was sure that they would both be alright.
Hanging out and making music with Jay was something Terry was always looking forward to, but this time, there was no hiding the fact that she was thoroughly distracted, sitting on Jack's desk chair while they tried to decide what to sing next. She couldn't stop thinking about her father - even now, she was wondering whether Jay knew the Jam, and what he thought of them, when she realised her friend had just asked her a question, and she blinked, then focused back on him. "Sorry, what?"
"I said, are you feeling OK?" He hung his arm lazily over his guitar. "You look about a thousand miles away."
"Sorry," she told him with a small, apologetic smile, and looked down at her hands briefly. She might as well tell Jay everything; she knew he'd listen. "I, um. I've met my dad. I never had. It's been a bit difficult, focusing on anything."
The guitar was pushed aside and forgotten. Jay moved closer to the edge of the bed. He half reached for her, then awkwardly froze with his hands hovering. "That's... Wow... I have no idea what to say."
Terry chuckled quietly, rolling the chair nearer to take his hands in hers. "Neither did I. I'm seeing him again on Friday. It's all... a bit like a dream." But more complicated, in some ways.
"So...it's a happy occasion?" He shook his head. "I can't even imagine."
"For now," Terry said, squeezed his hands, and pulled hers back. "It's a bit... My uncle... never told him I existed, apparently?" And then there was the question of his motivation for reaching out, what with him being a spook. Did he really care for her, or was he after mutants somehow? She really wanted to believe in him, though. He'd been... so perfect.
"Where I come from...that uncle'd have more than one steamin' mad granny t' answer to. Don't matter how old he is, he'd still get the paddle." He smiled, hoping he could lift her spirits a little.
Terry winced. "I think my dad would happily punch him for it." Repeatedly. In choice parts of his anatomy. He'd seemed so angry, and Terry couldn't blame him - but then again she could, and she didn't have to like it. "But he's the one who raised me, you know? He was there for me all these years. He's sacrificed so much for me."
"Sorry, sorry. I shoulda stepped more carefully." He blew out a long breath. "That's all really tough. I mean, y' gotta have loyalty t' the kin who raised you. But...I guess you must feel like someone just spun you right 'round."
"I don't know what to think anymore," Terry confirmed with a nod. "Or what to feel."
"I have a feeling I'm definitely not helping." One corner of his mouth turned down. "Y'know, honestly if y' ask me to give you any advice, I only got one thing. They used to make us write everything down at...before I got here. It sounds so stupid, but it helps so much. For unwindin' things."
Terry considered that, and then nodded with a small smile. "Thank you. I'll give it a try. It doesn't sound very stupid at all."
"Did to me, at first," he said, trying to keep smiling and being warm. Hopefully it would put her more at ease.
"It's about putting it all down, and ordering your thoughts, isn't it?" Terry thought out loud.
"Right. Get everything out. Once it's out, then it's not so tangled up anymore. And it makes you see things that weren't in the front of your mind."
Terry nodded decisively. "I'll try it. It can't hurt, can it."
"I'm pretty sure it can't. This is my disclaimer." He held up his hand. "If you journal and it drives you into th' psych ward, I can recommend an excellent one."
Terry laughed quietly, mostly because he was spinning it as a joke, and taking it too seriously would probably not be doing anyone any favours. "I think I'll be all right. It's all very confusing, but at the end of the day, I've got a father now. That's meant to be a good thing."
"It is. It is." Jay missed his father, but he was feeling lucky to have had one for most of his life. "I'm happy for you."
"Thank you," she told him with a genuine smile. "But enough about me and my mad family drama. How have you been?"
"I've been gettin' out a bit more. You're welcome t' take credit for that." She'd more or less broken the seal on the worst of his social isolation. "It's sort of makin' me think....whaddaya think about gettin' a band together?"
"Oh," Terry let out, and then chuckled at the thought. "What kind of band? What kind of music, I mean? Are other people interested? I don't even know who plays music."
"I don't know. About any of that. I just..." He had to laugh to let out a bit of nervous energy. "Listen. I'm no good at school. I don't have the grades for college, and mama sure can't afford to send my underacheiving ass anyway. In my future, I don't think there's really any choice for me. I'm gonna make music. An' I'm gonna be out there, an' the next batch of mutant teenagers is gonna look an' say 'I could do that, too. Out in fronta everyone.'"
Terry smiled at him, honestly amazed by people like him, like Warren and Simon and Jean-Paul. The courage it took to do this sort of thing... "That's fierce. You should absolutely do that. First mutant frontman!"
"It was something like that that caused all my trouble in th' first place." He cleared his throat, pushing emotion down and maintaining calm. "So I think it would be the best tribute to Julia, if I could go out in front of everyone an' not be scared. I'm gonna do it or die tryin'," he said with a bit of a laugh at the end.
"You're expressly forbidden from dying," Terry told him with a mock-serious expression, then smiled at him again. "That's beautiful, though. You're all so brave, being ready to do things like that."
"I don't think it's so brave, really. After what happened...nothin' else seems so scary. At least nothin' that happens to me." He grinned at her, and added "Don't worry. I'm bullet proof." Literally.
"I wish you were," Terry replied with a brief grimace. She impulsively reached out to take his hand and squeeze it. "You should absolutely become the world's first mutant rock star."
He enjoyed holding hands with her, and he squeezed back appreciatively. "I'm going to. Bet on it. And actually...I guess I never mention it, but I really am bullet proof. Probably. I'm everythin'-else-proof, so far. I got a full house o' powers. Weird voice, wings, speed healin'."
"That's not being bullet-proof," Terry said with a small frown. "But I'll take it. It's good to know." She squeezed his hand again, then let it go. "Come on, let's sing something. We've got to prepare you for that international superstar career of yours."
"Wanna be th' Demi Lovato to my Patrick Stump? I've been really into 'Irresistible' lately." He was happy to let things drop and get back to music if that's what she wanted. He'd probably bend over backwards twice to make her feel better, after what she'd told him. Jay didn't have many friends, and he very much wanted to make Terry happy.
"Yes!" Terry beamed, and unlocked her phone screen. "Let me pull up the lyrics." She knew the song, but not by heart.
Jay picked at his guitar, doodling around to fill the momentary quiet. He smiled at Terry while she was looking away, content just to have her around. They might both have their problems, but from the warm feeling she gave him, he was sure that they would both be alright.
