An Apple a Day {Jason}

[Guy LeGrange]

"It's perfectly alright, he's expecting me," said Guy, holding up a sack and waving it at the receptionists as he passed. He offered them raised brows as well. Clearly Guy knew where he was heading through, as he easily pushed through the door. He'd been here before, though admittedly, only a handful of times. He'd known Jason, oh, excuse him, Dr. Campbell, for years now, though when they'd first met, Guy had been a gruff trainer to Jason's student. Ah, the good old days, back when Guy had less wrinkles and there were far more women interested in him. He might very well reminisce.

The dwarf did have to spend some time once he'd gotten into the backrooms of the clinic. Not so much because he didn't know them, though they weren't the most familiar local, but because he wasn't sure where Jason had squirreled himself away. One of the nurses passed by, recognizing Guy. The trainer held up the long, put on his most charming smile, and asked for the location of the good Dr. Campbell. A point and an explanation later, and Guy was entering what was most likely Jason's office.

"Okay, it's time to stop working and eat lunch like a good little boy," said Guy. He hefted the sack up onto the closest desk or table, pausing only for a moment to make sure that he wasn't covering up any research. His own stomach was grumbling as well, and Guy was a bit grumpy even when he didn't have a reason. "Honestly, you ought to get married; have someone look after you. You doctor sorts," Guy looked about for a chair for himself, figuring that he might as well get comfortable, since he already figured he'd be here a while.

[Jason Campbell]

Sometimes, it was strange to be back to Kalispell. True he was born here, and had several good memories of the town, but Jason had left after graduation and had returned only a little while ago. It was weird, to feel like everything changed yet so many faces remained familiar. Take Guy for example. Last time he saw him, he was a trainer, pushing people. Back then, Jason didn’t like him so much, not understanding all of this was for his own good. You achieve nothing when you’re babied all the time. Now however they were both adults. Their relationship was more one of friendship or colleagues talking together rather than the mentor/student one they once shared. And his bluntness was a lot more appealing to Jason now. It was nice to deal with someone who would speak his mind instead of trying to sugar-coat everything.

They had met a few times since his return. At first, it was a bit weird, to have a beer with one who used to know him as a snotty teenager, as if he ever was snotty! But he was not a teenage boy anymore so it was easier to connect with the man.

Of course, it can be hard to be treated like a grown up, when he’d barge into your office calling you a little boy. At first, he had no idea who was talking and he turned around on his swivel chair, leaving his work on the desk, to stare at the person who walked in. Of course, who else could it be! He chuckled, shaking his head. With all the work he did, he completely forgot he invited Guy today. That was very much like him though, to focus on work and forget the rest. He had spent the morning taking care of the sick people of Kalispell. There was one good point of being back here: he could use his power should he ever wish to. A cold or a sprained ankle could heal normally, but severe damage, yes he was glad he could just touch and help it heal that way. He wasn’t doing it all the time of course. He’d be drained before lunch! But he was keeping notes of every time he was and that was precisely what he had been writing before being interrupted.

He pushed his notes and papers aside to make room as Guy walked to the table and set up the lunch there. He didn’t need to get something, then again, Guy sure knew him enough by now to think differently. Jason put his papers in relative order, honestly only he could find order in that, not helping Guy getting a chair. He always treated him like a normal person and he would not be going over his desk to pick p a seat for someone if they could. Guy was old enough, and more than able, to get one himself.

Now that Jason could smell the food, he felt his own stomach grumbling. Yeah, Guy had a good idea. He should take a break. He scoffed at his comment. “Yeah, like you’re one to talk,” he replied. As far as he knew he was single too. Besides, how does Guy want him to meet someone and get married when he was constantly working? The only women he met were either nurses or patients. The mere thought of doing something with any of them sounded so dirty. “How’s it been lately, any hotheads giving you a hard time?” he asked though the smirk on his face showed he was only teasing. Guy could say he was getting too old for this, Jason knew of his competence. He tested it, when he was too young for this.

[Guy LeGrange]

Guy eventually found a chair tucked away in a corner. He went over and grabbed it, walking it to where he'd left the food. The task didn't prove overly difficult for the dwarf; he'd clearly done his share of chair moving in his time on this Earth. Soon he was perched there and unwrapping his own meal. If Jason looked, he would note that his meal and Guy's happened to be the exact same: thick sandwiches bought from the local pub alongside a container of pub fries. Because pub food was man food.

"Mwah?' said Guy, putting a hand to his chest as he finished unwrapping his food. "I'm clearly not the marrying sort. It would be just torturous for whomever decided to become Ms. Legrange. Besides taking one of the more awkward last names in existence, she'd also have to deal with a stream of love letters from frustrated teenage girls, and I don't wish that fate on any woman," he took a large bite of sandwich, closing his eyes and obviously savoring it. Thankfully the pubs in Kalispell cooked damn good food. They probably had a mutant back there with special food cooking powers. Guy was pretty sure he'd taught one of those before.

He did grab a napkin, dabbing at the edges of his mouth, catching the sauce, "Well, there is this one rambunctious little tike who has the amazing ability to cure people of nearly any illness. I'm pretty sure we'll push through it all. Why, I'd say he'll grow up to be a fine young doctor someday, possibly even one who took a side degree in changing the subject," Guy grabbed a fry and popped it into his mouth, chewing with far too much satisfaction. The fries were not perhaps as good as the sandwich, at least, not on their own. Guy was seriously considering stuffing some between the bread and seeing what happened. "Really, Jason, you're disappointing me. All those countless hours spent watching pornography have led me to believe that doctors and nurses have regular intercourse all the time. And I've seen the nurses here, sure, some aren't perhaps your type, but there are quite a few appealing ones," and another bite of the sandwich.

[Jason Campbell]

Guy could deny all he wanted but he did care for his students, even after they graduate and started to live in this big, scary world. Jason knew that, why else would he have bothered getting him food otherwise, but if the man chose to deny it, Jason was fine denying it with him. With a smirk showing up every now and then to prove he was no fool. Anyway, had Guy LeGrange been any different than that, Jason doubted he’d appreciate him so much.

He grabbed the sandwich for him and placed the fries on top of the sack in case any were to fall over the container. Sandwiches wouldn’t make so much of a mess but the fries might still be a bit greasy. He was unwrapping his food when Guy talked, which made him laugh a bit to see him putting a hand to his chest and all. He shook his head, quite amused by what the man said. “While being called after a soup is so much better,” he replied. God, did he have to endure jokes over Campbell Soup in the past! Never thought he’d hate Andy Warhol one day. “Besides I work too much for that,” he added as if it was the explanation that would put an end to the subject. It wasn’t like Jason was not interested in having a family some day. He also knew if he didn’t get his nose off his studies he would wake up with silver hair and no one at his side. But he was always more drawn to his work than anything else.

When he asked Guy, he meant his students and the work he did at the academy. So when he started to talk, he assumed it was one of them he was referring to. Of course, when he realized it was not the case and he was the one Guy was making fun of, he stared at the man with a look showing he was not amused. Well, maybe a little. He did deserve this one. But that was not the point. he tried to focus on the meal instead but he couldn’t help another dry laugh when Guy brought up the whole doctor and nurse sex joke. Thanks porn for that! “My, I didn’t know you were so concerned about my love life Guy. Should you decide to retire, you might have a future in matchmaking,” he replied. Alright, was it too rude? Not that he thought the man could not take it but he wasn’t used to being the rude one here.

He took another bite of the sandwich, shaking his head yet again. “Come on, I didn’t invite you here to talk on how I play doctor with the nurses. And if you bring it again, I know pornography has a lot to say about teachers and students too,” he added, a small smirk running on his lips. Guy sure was the last person he’d imagine sleeping with a student. But if he wanted to go that road...

[Guy LeGrange]

Guy noted the awkward laugh, and he felt his lips twitch into something resembling a smile. He really wasn't that overly concerned with Jason's lovelife; it was just hard to rag on an ex-student who had quite a lot going for him already. Successful job as a doctor, decent enough job at keeping himself healthy, and there were these social visits as well, though Guy wasn't certain if Jason had many friends his own age. The trainer had to assume that this was at least partially true.

Of course, Guy wasn't about to let Jason know this.

"I have considered taking a career in match-making. I could even dress in a diaper and shoot my ex-students in the ass with a literal bow and arrow. So much appeal in that. But alas, retirement is so very far away," Guy punctuated his remark by taking a large bite out of a pub fry, chewing it with relish. He had no doubt that Jason had been intending to make him somewhat uncomfortable or abashed. Honestly, the young doctor should know better.

"And as for pornography, there's a key difference you see," Guy pointed with a fry, raising his brows, "for in teacher/student pornography, the students are always of age, and usually a little above. When it comes to doctors and nurses, they are all quite legal. But I'm willing to accept your change of subject, mostly because I've now talked about porn for a while," he chewed his sandwich, swallowing, "and as for your question: I don't have any that are giving me trouble just yet. Give it time: someone will come whimpering and asking for their power to be shut off. Happens at least once a week."

[Jason Campbell]

Jason was no fool, all this talk about his love life was just to tease him a bit. He knew he had a lot to himself already. He had a very good job, although position before going back to Kalispell was even better. Alright, he was now orphaned but it was easier to deal with it at his age than when you were just a child. It made him frown a second, thinking of his brother. He didn’t realize when their mother died just how hard it could have been on the guy. All he thought about was to get away from their father and his madness. He didn’t realize he was leaving the guy at his hands, all alone. Oh well, he was back now and even if it may be late, he wanted to make things easier for him.

He chased it away though. Now was not the time to think of that. He closed his eyes as if in pain at what Guy said. “Thanks for the image, really,” he said. Now he imagined Guy as a Cupid, a rough, sarcastic Cupid who probably would have a lot of fun making the most annoying jock fall in love with a guy or the school princess turned on over the nerd. Yeah, that would be a real success. Was it possible to scrub your memory or wash a scary picture out of your eyes? He wished he could but that was one traumatism he would not be able to heal from.

He ate while Guy taught him some more on pornography. Alright this sounded worse than it really was. Good thing he did not phrase this thought out loud for next they’d be exchanging Hustler magazines and commenting their favourite movies. No, really, must not go there, this was just too silly. “So glad I could allow you to get it off your chest,” he replied before biting in another fry. Although if they could yet again change of subject, he wouldn’t mind.

He nodded. Yes, he was not surprised about that, in fact he bet the man even lowered the ratio of people asking him for a break of their abilities. He understood them. All Jason had to do to prevent his power to be triggered without his consent was not to touch someone, easy. Gloves might look ridiculous but it solved the problems. Others didn’t have that chance. “I just dealt with someone who ended up with frostbites. Nearly had to cut a toe. It’s not always easy for some people,” he replied. Luckily for that person, Jason had been able to revive the foot enough with his touch. He knew how troublesome that could be. And even once you’ve got out of Bellefonte it didn’t mean your emotions could not get the best out of you on occasions. He wished he could better help but so far his research had not taught him more than what information had been gathered since the opening of the Academy.

[Guy LeGrange]

"You're quite welcome," replied Guy, keeping his tone as dry as ever. He took another bite of his sandwich, still savoring its flavor. Yes, he'd definitely be ordering this again, but that was to be expected, what with it being a standing order. While Guy ate, he watched Jason closely, wondering if there was anything he should be worried about. The young man may have made the uneasy transition from "student" to "Friend," but that didn't mean that Guy didn't still worry about him.

Though he had to admit that frostbite didn't sound earth shattering. "Well, I suppose with your gifts it had to be easier than it would have been for another doctor," not a different doctor or a normal, simply another. Guy took another bite of his fry, his enjoyment of the meal starting to sink into just the run of the meal filling of the tank. "I think I'd make a lousy doctor," he said, apropos of nearly nothing. "I'd be too busy berating people for the stupid mistakes that got them here in the first place. Honestly, frostbite? You're in Montana during Winter, what were they expecting, sunshine and flowers?" Guy shook his head, pausing while he ate, still looking at Jason.

"Why do I get the feeling that there's something else? Are you not telling me something? Trust me, I'm a big boy now, I can take things," said Guy, tapping the table a few times. He had stopped eating even, it was that serious.

[Jason Campbell]

Jason had no idea what was the worst: imagining Guy in a diaper with wings and a bow or the fact that he actually witnessed for real more disturbing images. Honestly, you’d be surprised what some people are able to do, or ingest, or stuff somewhere. Still this was an image of his friend he’d rather wish he never had. He simply shook his head and returned to the food. His stomach was slowly filling up, and he was not eating at as fast a pace as he first did thanks to that. He knew he had somewhat terrible habits, spending sometimes days without eating or any sleep until he nearly reach the point of exhaustion and dehydration and needed to fix that. He should be more careful. But it would seem like passion was running in the family as much as the healing touch. His obsession was merely different.

He chuckled some as he shared with guy the highlight of his day right now, some frostbites. “That’s something I like about being back here. I can heal them with my hands and I don’t need to explain the miracle,” he admitted. It sure had been rough on him sometimes. It was natural though. Who wouldn’t be heartbroken seeing a nice person, a mother and a lover, dying and knowing you might hold the key to save her but you couldn’t because it would raise too many questions. He had the cure to cancer and any other deadly disease, it was his power. But it was not like he could really deliver it to anyone. If only because two or three patients in a row and he’d be as weak as they were.

He smiled again as he tried to picture Guy as a doctor. He’d be like he was as a trainer: pushy, sarcastic, sometimes bitchy, but always delivering the goods. “Yeah I think television made a doctor like it. They called him House,” he said. The two sure shared some similarities. Jason didn't mind Guy’s blunt nature though. In fact, he valued it. The man was the kind to call a cat a cat. Maybe it was nice at times to have someone trying to make it easy on you, but at others, the situation was like a band-Aid, sometimes you just had to pull even if it hurts. At least, so far, Jason felt like Guy had never been mean for the simple pleasure of being mean. At least not to him.

Jason shook his head when Guy questioned him. “It’s nothing really. I guess the work is draining me a bit,” he said, not dragging his brother into this. He should really. If one knew how Raphael dealt with the death of their mother and their father’s obsession at bringing her back to life (silly, really), it had to be Guy. He certainly trained the man, watched him grow up in that environment while Jason was away. But it was also personal and he didn't want to bring it up. “So tell me, we’re here to work or just to enjoy each other’s company?” he asked as yet another attempt to avoid a subject he’d rather keep to himself.

[Guy LeGrange]

Ah, the miracles of being a mutant. That was one of the few points that could make Guy jealous. Jason could heal someone, could actually help the people who didn't have their gifts. There were others with similar abilities, those that could read minds, or even walk directly into someone else's brain. And what could Guy do? Well, he supposed his position was to make it so the miracle workers could do their thing without going insane or God knows what else.

Such a pleasant thought, definitely warranting another large bite of sandwich.

"Dr. House? Love that guy," said Guy, nodding. "I watched the crap out of that show. You know, it wouldn't surprise me to find out that Hugh Laurie is some kind of mutant," he paused, considering for a few moments. There were likely all sorts of mutants out there that nobody knew about. The recruiters caught nearly all of them, but that didn't mean that there weren't people who hadn't learned somewhere else. Nothing prevented a mutant from learning from another school and then coming over here. Guy was far more worried about the situation in front of him.

Jason waved it off, and Guy was willing to take that, at least for now. Jason was an adult, a doctor adult, no less; he could take care of himself. He didn't need Guy mothering him, at least not overmuch. A few meals now and then were fine. "I just came here to make sure you're eating and to spend some time with one of my proteges. Besides, a meal is so much better when shared with someone pleasant." Guy waved at the lunch bags, nodded, and smiled at Jason. "You seem awfully paranoid, doctor. Stop worrying so much. You'll get wrinkles, and not everyone can pull the ruggedly handsome, middle-aged look off," Guy took another bite of his sandwich, which was close to reaching its end. He pointed at Jason's. "You'll see I ordered the same food. that's so if you don't finish, I can have your leftovers."

[Jason Campbell]

Why wasn’t he surprised to hear Guy actually liked House? He sure shared the same sense of humour. Although between the two Jason would say guy was the nicest one. Not that he’ll say out loud. He’ll be good for a lecture on how mean the trainer can be. He paused a moment at the thought of Hugh Laurie being a mutant. He knew there ought to be many more like them out there. Not all chose to spend all their life here in Kalispell and he was the best example even though he came back. There probably were a lot of them scattered around doing all kinds of jobs, including, why not, actor. It’s not like you would scream it to the world after all. “I wonder how many of us in history managed to get high? You imagine their face if they find out their favourite president of all time was gifted? I bet Kennedy was. You can’t get loved by so many people without throwing pheromones or something at them,” he replied. Of course, he was saying it only for the sake of the conversation. Kennedy was most likely normal. But hey, a mutant had the right to dream!

He smiled at his friend and his nonchalant way of saying he knew Jason wasn’t so great at taking care of himself and he was concerned and so came to check up on him. Jason knew he could worry his friends sometimes with his way of life. Especially if they knew his father and how his obsession destroyed his health and killed him in the end. Jason was doing his best not to be like him but the sad truth was he couldn’t help himself. “Aw, thanks mom. And I’m pleasant too, that’s so nice,” he replied teasingly before eating another fry. He was only teasing the man of course and figured the ‘someone pleasant’ actually referred to Guy but he didn't care. The meal was nearly at an end and Jason had to admit it had been a nice interlude. He’d have to return to patients eventually but he was not the only doctor here so it could wait a bit.

“You mean no one can pull it as well as you,” he replied when he said he’d get wrinkles. Jason didn't think he had any but even if he did, he would be the last one to care really. Jason give little to no care to the way he looked. He stared at what remained of his sandwich when Guy pointed out he got them the same thing so he could leave with any leftovers. “So you’re not only as tall as a six years old, you also eat like one,” Okay this one was a bit cruel. Jason rarely mentioned Guy’s height. He had no problem with it and he always assumed if Guy ever had complexes over it, he grew used to after so many years of life. Besides, he recalled what they called him when he was just a student. He bet his students of the moment called him even worse. “I’m sorry but that is one sandwich you won’t take home. I’ll need extra energy, in case another person comes in with a wound made in another stupid way,” he said as he finished said sandwich. He dusted the breadcrumbs for his hands before taking one of the few still remaining fries. “You haven’t talked of your students much. No one seems promising so far?” he asked again trying to guide the conversation towards work although he knew Guy was just a good as he was to change the topic if he chose to.

[Guy LeGrange]

For a moment, Guy thought that Jason was asking how many mutants had partaken in illegal substances. Having at least heard about Woodstock and knowing his fair share of mutants, Guy was about to offer a suggestion. However, the teacher was savvy enough to figure out what Jason really meant. Yes, it was quite likely that their brethren reached impressive heights. "Personally, I like the idea of a mutant king more. Or maybe queen, Elizabeth's lasted an awfully long time now," he was only half joking. Guy, like many others, paid attention to these things, wondering if there weren't people who'd attended foreign schools or whatnot.

Jason caught the wrinkled comment, taking it precisely as Guy meant it to be taken. He simply flashed a quick smile before taking another bite of his sandwich. Obviously he'd meant himself, but really, that only dimmed the concern so much. The comment regarding his appetites, however... "Now, that's just a bit low, don't you think? Next you'll be asking me if I want a lollipop or if I welcome you to munchkin land. And by the way, no, I do not, we don't allow people who aren't nice to the little folk in," Guy put on the airs of mock offense, righting himself and looking somewhat regal, even reaching over to grab one of Jason's loose fries, obviously as recompense for wronged deeds.

"You'll do fine," said Guy, waving a hand, "just keep an energy drink around and it will all work out," he nodded and settled back into his seat. most of his meal was gone, but that didn't mean was going to leave any time soon. "There aren't any particular students that seem promising, at least in a normal sense," he said. "There's a few troublemakers, which always gets my interest. Most of the current batch seems to be adjusting well. We're getting a new batch of Bellefontes in, which is always a pleasure," this last was said with the utmost of sarcasm. Odd that someone as loyal to the school as Guy seemed to disdain the family so much. "Any particular reason for the interest? I haven't seen any Campbells of late..."

[Jason Campbell]

Maybe Kennedy was just a name he threw like this, but Jason did believe there ought to be a few important people in the world who were mutants. Of course, it was one big secret you had to keep inside. But now with how people kept asking for more, how the media was like a vulture, always lurking for more skeletons to dig out, it must be really hard to keep that inside. Then again, he knew some powers were not as terrible and quite easy to hide. His for example. It worked only if he wanted to. He only had to choose not to heal someone and make sure not to touch them and he was fine. Guy too could live like a normal person. His power was rather useless, as cruel as it may sound, when around ordinary people. He would be able to live with them unnoticed.

He smiled at his suggestion of mutant royalty. Elizabeth, a mutant able to extend her life. Her mother sure lived very long too. What was it, 100 years old or something? “Yeah but they’re kind of useless now, countries are run by governments not kings. They’re only good to make us all watch a boring wedding and let the girls go crazy over a newborn,” he said referring to William and Kate. He rolled his eyes. A year of hearing every tiny details of the wedding, as if it really was that awesome. Maybe it was because he was not English. Or maybe it was just because he was a man with more important things to do in his life.

Jason laughed as Guy pretended to be offended over his comment. Jason sure meant nothing mean out of it and had he really crossed the line, he would have excused himself. “No actually I wanted to ask you to introduce me to Willy Wonka but if you can’t I guess I’ll seek my Oompa Loompa elsewhere.” Again, too much? Well, the man asked for it, with his dry sense of humour and how he enjoyed teasing Jason over, well anything really. He knew a good joke was one you knew when to stop however so this would be the end of it. He let him steal some of his fries, not really minding. It was only right to soothe his wounded ego.

Jason had a disgusted face at the mention of energy drinks. “Please don’t talk of that Red Bull shit. No way I’m taking one of those,” he said. If a coffee could shake him up, well too bad because it was all he’d take. Okay, maybe tablets of caffeine too, in memory of his internship. But no Red Bull or Monster or whatever the latest energy drink was called these days.

He nodded as they finally talked of the students. Jason was more than happy to help should any needed any care from a healer and he had to admit the researcher in him was always interested to hear more about powers and how they could be controlled or used. He wanted to push the limits to see how far they could go but he knew it was not right to ask that out of kids. “Well, if anything turns up, you know you can call me anytime,” he said yet again. Maybe he could not push them as much as he wished to but Guy could give him information on how well or difficult it went and if he had to help, well he’d keep it all noted somewhere. So maybe it was not the best but it was still a lot, and the most he could get for now.

He raised an eyebrow though when Guy mentioned his family. “Something tells me you’ll have more chance with Raphael if you want baby Campbells roaming around you,” he pointed out. Again, he frowned a tiny bit at the mention of his brother. He wished things would be easier. He sighed and shook it off finishing the fries instead to change his mind.

[Guy LeGrange]

"That slave driver? He takes my people and makes them dress in those horrible outfits, and you want to meet him? Dr. Campbell, I am appalled," said Guy, holding a hand to his chest. "Just remember that his candy is produced by slave labor, Jason, slave labor."

Guy settled back into his chair though. That particular conversation thread had more or less died as it was, and Guy wasn't one to flog something to death. Not that he didn't enjoy exchanging banter with another intelligent being; he simply knew that there were times to buckle down and get serious. No more talking about potential mutant celebrities (or royalty, and Jason certainly had a point there), no more discussion of Willy Wonka.

"If there's a reason to call you, I definitely will," agreed Guy. He paused for a moment, then pointed at Jason. "I mean that. I know that you're a good man, Jason, and if my students need you for whatever, healing or what have you, I'll certainly call," another pause, "and is this Raphael a brother? Can't say that I remember you mentioning him before..." Guy frowned for a moment, wondering if this was a subject he should be picking at. Family got tricky for people; some were perfectly willing to go into great detail regarding their family tree, such as most of the Bellefontes, but some, some would rather pretend that they were along in this world.

Guy fell somewhere in the middle.

"Bah, don't worry about it," he said, waving a hand dismissively, "this conversation is already getting far too heavy." He chuckled and reached for the last few fries, tucking them in. "oh, and if you ever need help with something, Jason, ever feel that you need advice or whatever..." Guy looked up at Jason, raising his brows, "call someone else, because I'm far too busy."

[Jason Campbell]

Jason laughed as Guy joked over Willy Wonka. Why did he even think his comment would offend him? The man said worst shit on his own! Alright then, no more talk of Willy Wonka. A good thing he didn’t talk of Santa Claus then. Then again, the image of Guy with a green outfit and pointy ears... He already had one scary vision of the man today, ti was more than enough.

He nodded now more serious as the little fun and game was over. Jason did tell the staff and administration of the school that he could help should they even need any. He was a healer and he knew how some... let’s call them accidents, could happen with so many young people not entirely controlling their abilities. It would be a shame if someone barely starting his life would see it ruined because of permanent wounds. Of course, he knew there was a doctor at school and he let the nurses there do most of the job. But should it require more specific needs, he was there.

He raised an eyebrow when Guy asked about Raphael. “I’ll take it as a good thing that you don’t remember my brother,” he said, confirming who he was. Sure that meant he did nothing extraordinary but it also meant, and it was more important, that he did nothing too stupid. Or at last nothing memorable enough in all the stupid things students can do that Guy witnessed. Jason had indeed been a little quiet over him. Not that he was ashamed or anything. Well he was, but of his own behaviour, not Raphael’s. “Just never had a good reason to,” he said as Guy said he never mentioned or didn't recall hearing of him. Honestly, it was no big secret.

He smiled again. “Right,” he replied, his voice clearly showing the disbelief he had in the fact he should call somebody else. Guy would love too much to give him advice, all of this while saying how helpless he was without him. “You think I can beat frosbites this afternoon?” he asked. Hey, why not bet on what stupid stuff might turn up! It was not like he was giving detailed information here. Too bad if you preferred to keep it a secret. If you didn't want to be ashamed of yourself, you shouldn’t have done it in the first place.

[Guy LeGrange]

Guy grunted at the mention of the brother again. Family relations, so complicated, and as far as Guy was concerned, that was enough. It was clear that Jason didn't want to pick at the memory and Guy certainly wasn't going to help the man, not unless it became an issue. It was something that Guy mentally filed away for later, because he couldn't quite shake the feeling that it was something that might come up again.

Thankfully, they continued to prove adept at directing the conversation as they wanted it to go. "Beat frostbite? Why, I would hope you would do some rubbing, or perhaps some mystical, mutant hand waving. Beating frostbite victims sounds rather cruel, even from someone who promotes slave labor for their candy," Guy sat for a for a few seconds.

"And now I want candy," he said, popping off his stool. "I don't suppose there's a vending machine nearby?" he looked to Jason, raising his eyebrows. He then leaned over slightly, taking a look at the closest desk, "Or that you've got some stashed away somewhere? Strictly for medical reasons. Emergency chocolate and all that," Guy held up his hands, as if saying he didn't want to insinuate that the good doctor would be promoting poor health or anything quite so horrible as all that.