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Awww, Sweets. I'm so sorry.

Hey, hey. No pity party for me. I'll be okay. I just... I think I miss hanging out with people. Scratch that. With REAL people. Because everyone in LA is ridiculous and fake and... ugh. I miss my JP and John and all the people I left behind in New York. So you can't pity me, 'cause I have more than enough of that all on my own, okay? [She half-smiles.]

Fine. I'll just tell you that the door to the Baxter is open, and even if I'm not there, you can go.

I'm back ad forth between there and Westchester.

[She smirks.Even if it wasn't open, Franklin gave me all the codes to everything except the lab. I used to live there once upon a time. And I ate all of Reed's cereal.

... you know, you're pretty awesome. Totally cooler than your dad when he was your age, I promise. [Big grin.]

That's because I don't give a damn about the games. I've watched it since I was tiny and I'm utterly not giving into that shit.

Also, you're not so bad yourself.

... do YOU want to talk?

I know this. Or at least, I know this when I'm not being all woe is me and crap. I swear I'm really not always like this.

About what? Except my ex trying to kill me, my life is golden.

Naw, I totally understand. All good. Just, you know... Smile, or something.

... whoa. What?

...

I never mentioned that? I usually talk about her a lot.

Yeah, no I think I would have remembered you mentioning your ex trying to kill you.

WTF??

I can clear this up easily.

Her name was Sofie Von Doom.

.......

Oh.

Well... okay. But... she still shouldn't try and KILL you.

Yeah well, apparently it is in the genes. Dooms have to go after Richards, or something.

No worries. I'll totes protect you. I can do some pretty wicked brain melty stuff. ...I think.

I'm not sure which to be worried about. Doom hurting you. Or you saying I think.

I'll kick her Latverian loving ass and don't you forget it, buster.

Yeah, sometimes I'm not so sure about the brain melty stuff. When I had the Phoenix, no problem. Now... I get nervous to try anything outside of boiling water with my brain.

So I shouldn't mention how some days I miss her, right?

So your mutation does it separate?

... Oh. Well, that's kind of an important detail if you're like, secretly pining for her, yes.

Separate? Like... wait, how do you mean?

I'm not pining for her! She was just... good for me... when she wasn't psychotic.

The Phoenix Force isn't a mutation.

... she is trying to kill you. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, handsome, but death is never EVER 'good for you'.

Oh no, believe me I know. More of a genetic curse, really. But it definitely works to enhance one's own ability. And... ever since it left, I've been scared to even try using my telekinesis for anything other than basic things. I used it a lot when I was all Phoenix-y. Bad things happened.

Past tense. She's currently missing.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a girl who isn't intimidated by my family who also happens to be a genius by every standard of the word?

If it's gone, why worry then?

... Oh. And no, I have no idea. Though I don't spend often looking for genius, unintimidated girls who are also trying to kill me. Or were trying to kill me. :/ I'd just be happy to find a guy who wants to go on a date.

I... what if I can't control it? I mean, like, if I need it and I just don't have the control I used to? It's totally an ego thing, I know, but, I'd rather just not use it than be bad at it. I'm kind of an overachiever like that.

I didn't set out looking for one trying to kill me! You say it like I advertised for that. Just because she's a Von Doom doesn't mean she had to be evil. You can't find a date?

You won't get that control if you don't practice with it though. You have to get that in or you'll always be out of control, or not know if you have control, at least.

And being a Richards doesn't make you brilliant by nature, either. Oh... wait. [Smirkity smirk.]

And no. I moved to LA a year ago. I've been on one. Count them, ONE, date. And it was a PR stunt for this actor/UFC guy who needed a pretty blond on his arm to go to Chateau Marmont to get his picture taken by the paparazzi. I was not aware of this until the next day. When my face was splattered across TMZ. Yeah.

That's why I use it to make tea. And coffee. And on the rare occasion, pasta. But beyond that, no thank you.

Oh wait, huh? Yes, yes it does. Common sense isn't the same as being Wile E Coyote, super genius.

Do you stay in? Hide? Are you into girls, that it?