Fuck Sins Past... all my homies hate Sins past...

||Thankfully!

X-Men by George Perez

It’s true, you know.

Don’t worry. The punchability is endearing.

Wow! He’s supposed to be the lovable one.

Well, then…

“Ray, it’s… complicated. Really complicated. I didn’t think it’d happen. But… she deserves a chance. No less so than any of us.”

"That's not—" No avail. Before he could even begin try explaining, she took an angry leave. He only ever did what he thought was right. Would he ever be understood? Or maybe, he was just as crazy as everyone wanted him to think. Truly, there was no telling. "...Damn it."

Relatable to say the least...

"What I'd give to 𝙣𝙤𝙩 be sober, right now..."

Her glare certainly seems hereditary...

He was no Telepath. But if there was one thing he could do, it was read a room. He would take his leave... expeditiously.

Guilty as charged.

He might have to take her up on that... it's been quite the week, to say the least.

All this time, and she still rarely knocks.

“You call it alcoholism. I call it… appreciating the finer things in life.”

—𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺... 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮.