[It doesn't take long for John to realize that their room's been effectively abandoned. He has to sneak back for showers and clothes, and presumably Petre does too, but the fact that they never meet tells him that the other boy is spending next to no time here.
So he spends a night in the room, and it's safe. Not like he's scared of meeting Petre on a massive bender, or like he feels badly for causing it, but - he supposes he's just surprised anew by the very real impact he has on Petre's life. It all feels like the game he keeps telling himself it is until he's ordered away from contact with every male on the planet, or until Petre comes right off the rails because of one spiteful comment. This is power, yes, but he suddenly understands why Petre finds no satisfaction in using his mutation to order John into doing the one thing he wants. There's no satisfaction in this, either.
He's out of a shower and dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, hair messily towel-dried, sitting on his bed with a textbook open in his lap when a key clicks in the lock and he freezes in place. Warily, he sets the book aside and watches as the door appears to move in slow motion, Petre's form revealing itself a sliver at a time.]
So. [He keeps his voice mild, no suggestion or implication.] You done yet?
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So he spends a night in the room, and it's safe. Not like he's scared of meeting Petre on a massive bender, or like he feels badly for causing it, but - he supposes he's just surprised anew by the very real impact he has on Petre's life. It all feels like the game he keeps telling himself it is until he's ordered away from contact with every male on the planet, or until Petre comes right off the rails because of one spiteful comment. This is power, yes, but he suddenly understands why Petre finds no satisfaction in using his mutation to order John into doing the one thing he wants. There's no satisfaction in this, either.
He's out of a shower and dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, hair messily towel-dried, sitting on his bed with a textbook open in his lap when a key clicks in the lock and he freezes in place. Warily, he sets the book aside and watches as the door appears to move in slow motion, Petre's form revealing itself a sliver at a time.]
So. [He keeps his voice mild, no suggestion or implication.] You done yet?