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Library, Sunday

Evan was at least a little bit concerned about the machines that were popping up through the town, and the fact that nobody seemed to be doing anything about the fact that there was a machine selling guns in the lobby of the dorms. Who did he have to talk to about that? Even the Jean Grey School didn't condone weapons amongst the student body, after all.

But for now, he had a library shift to attend to, and he was going to spend it trying to be productive, pulling out books on things like self-defense and gun safety. If people were going to have easy, cheap access to weapons like those, he figured he could at least make certain they knew what they were doing so that they could keep them responsibly.

Some of the books were kind of powdery, though. There were some puffy balls of sugar that had decided that they wanted to help out. And if they wanted to be helpful, Evan was hardly going to turn them away.

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"I think you're kind of... particularizing," Gert countered.

"I just brought this up since you said you didn't know if you could afford two people's shares at all, let alone a whole room," she clarified. "If you have big money to drop on a suite for the whole school, you know, go for it, but just know that that might not necessarily be any safer than staying in the dorms. I'd just be a little more critical in your place, that's all."

"I'm not exactly rolling in cash," Evan allowed with a sigh. "It might not even be safer at all, either. I know that. All I might end up paying for in the end is the illusion of safety, and I know I can't keep paying for a room that way, suite or no. But the illusion might help someone - might let me - sleep easier for a few nights while I figure out a more permanent solution. That could be worth it, too."

He hoped that maybe that seemed a little less naive, at least.

"I'm just not really big on illusions, personally," Gert settled on, glancing at the ground. "Especially the kind that could get me and other people hurt. But that's just me."

"I just don't understand what about getting away from a place where students can just freely buy guns is going to get anyone hurt." He was trying, at least? "Though... I suppose illusions haven't really done me any favors, either."

Maybe he could just leave the island entirely. Deadpool would probably put him up for a while. Which didn't get him any more distance from gratuitous weaponry, no, but he trusted Wade not to hurt him.

"It's like... finding a safe hideout and leaving the door open," Gert tried. That was barely even an analogy, but she was going with it. "Those are for you and for people you know really well and know for sure you can trust. Otherwise, for all you know, you're just moving the danger from the dorms even closer to you. And paying money for it. Forget a false sense of security, that would just put me on edge."

Now there was a comparison that Evan could begin to wrap his head around. He frowned in thought, and then gave a slow, grudging sort of nod.

"I guess I can see what you mean," he sighed. "I can't really decide that I don't trust everyone in the dorms with guns, and then just invite them all to come stay with me somewhere else. I might still find another place to go, even if it's just for a few days, but I'll keep invitations to a minimum."

Gert exhaled -- not out of relief that the debate was over, because she always liked a good debate, but out of relief that Evan had come around. "I think that's a good idea," she said firmly. "Be safe, you know? Don't just convince yourself that you're safe. That never ends well."

"It never has," Evan agreed, a little sadly, but he covered it up quickly with a smile as he reached to gather up the books that Gert had dumped onto his desk. "Live and learn, I guess. Thanks for explaining it to me that way, though. I still don't always think things all the way through."

Because really, he had no frame of reference in the real world for a lot of the things that other people took for granted so easily.

"Hey, no worries," Gert told Evan gently, even reaching over the desk to put a hand on top of his hand, if he let her. "That's what I'm here for. Well, that and snarky comments. I haven't been able to--" She stopped for a second, as though regretting starting this sentence, but she carried on wryly, "I haven't seen the last kid I thought of as kind of a little sibling in a while, so I'm just dumping all my wisdom on you instead."

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Evan took note of that hesitation, and then nodded a little, smiling down at her hand. It was a nice gesture. Comforting, really. Not many people were comfortable with that sort of thing.

It reminded him a little bit of home.

"I'll happily listen," he replied. "The number of people who offer me wisdom for my own sake is... kind of small."

Fantomex and Logan weren't great for that sort of thing, not helped along by the fact that Fantomex had been kind of brutally killed, and all. Yeul was good for it, though, and Wade, even if he was a little crazy. Evan would he happy to add Gert to that list, too.

Gert smiled faintly. "Good, because so's the list of people who'll put up with it from me," she said. Other people would tolerate it, but few people would really listen, instead of just tuning her out. "Deal."

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