Pick Me Up, Dust Me Off

[helpdesk_hero]

Life hadn't gotten easier after Utopia. Not by a long shot. Where, after that, does a human being go? Sure, one of the greatest geniuses in the world, but that doesn't mean he has a place in it. Instead he'd gotten to shore, dressed up in casual clothes, and mostly hitchhiked across the country. All the way from San Francisco to here. Chicago. Home.

It's taken two months to get this far, and he's in no great shape. There's a bit of a beard on his cheeks, his clothes are torn up, and he feels like shit. Do you... how do you get comfortable enough to go home in this sort of state? How does he go back and hope they accept him? He feels... miserable. David sighs and sips lightly at the cup of coffee in his hands, keeping them warm. Some person bought it for him, and he's still got to figure out how to get over to Hyde Park and his family's house. To figure out a story.

Two nights he's been in Chicago and he doesn't know what to do. He feels so weak. So useless. Such a broken man after the fall of mutantkind, yet again.

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[helpdesk_hero]

"I can take the thin blankets. I'm from here. I'm used to the cold," David counters. "And I was sleeping on the street."

And he's used to sleeping on all of his clothes now.

Still, he bites his lip.

"Would leave me paper and a pen to give you a shopping list for the morning."

[zoomandboom]

"Might not even be sleeping yet, remember?" Tommy said. "And yeah, you were. So now you get a blanket. Deal with it." He wrinkled his nose at David and then grinned, shrugging. "'sfine. Heat's on anyway."

His face scrunched a little. "Uhh ... if I have one." He tried to think if he did, and then went over to the little drawer in the kitchen he'd been shoving stuff he picked up. He made a triumphant sound and came back with a pen and then handed David the receipt from the drug store. "Good enough?" he asked.

[helpdesk_hero]

Well, no. The way the paper was treated meant pens weren't great on it, but he'd make do. ANd he didn't want to make things complicated.

"Yes, thank you. I'll come up with something nice but simple."

[zoomandboom]

It was kind of all Tommy had. He kept most notes on his phone if he had to take them, and didn't really take a lot. He had a pretty good memory. He didn't make a lot of lists and he didn't write stuff down, so that was as good as he had, except maybe a paper towel or napkin or something.

"Don't go to too much trouble. But great." Tommy smiled at him. "Night, David."

[helpdesk_hero]

"Good night, Tommy," he says, his voice soft. Today's just been... a lot.

He does lay down on the couch and closes his eyes to get some rest, but only after he makes a list for Tommy. He's got ideas of some stuff he can do.

[zoomandboom]

[OOC: Want to wrap this one there for now?]

[helpdesk_hero]

[Yeah. Maybe approach them again in the future where David has ended up there for a while. Or he did go home and Tommy comes to visit.]

[zoomandboom]

[Yus, sounds good. Maybe David can start being Tommy's tech guy at home for a two man superhero operation or something after a while.]

[helpdesk_hero]

[I am sure David would if Tommy asked him. Not that he sees himself as a hero anymore.]