[well, he's drunk. Must've slipped right by him.]

Of course. I don't just let anybody in. They've got to prove themselves.

[leans his head back against the wall, eyes shut, lips relaxed, neck exposed.]

Can you imagne if I'd felt anything for him? I could've thought he was the love of my life. And he left me and ran off like I was a monster. Didn't even tell him I'm a mutant. Didn't even make him stay.

[pause. He exhales, smiles. It's bitter.]

Guess I really am drunk.

[hah.]