Homelander: New Legacy

[98] : So-called... Babysitting

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"A cocktail for me, and an orange juice... for her."

At a nearby bar, Roger ordered a drink for himself and a juice for Jean Grey. The two sat side by side at the bar.

Since Jean was not yet of legal drinking age, American law prohibits drinking before the age of twenty-one, Roger naturally wouldn't order alcohol for the young Phoenix.

Jean Grey didn't mind. Her mind was in turmoil, tangled like a ball of string, unable to sort through her thoughts, and she didn't have the energy to care about what she was drinking.

The bartender, following Roger's instructions, served the drinks. He shot Roger a curious glance as he handed over the cocktail and the juice.

Most people come to bars for alcohol. Seeing someone bring a minor into a bar and order juice was a first for the bartender.

If Jean hadn't looked so composed and unafraid, the bartender might have suspected Roger was trying to abduct her and called the police.

Ignoring the bartender's look, Roger took a sip of his cocktail, then pondered for a while before finding a topic to address with Jean Grey:

"Actually, Charles may have made mistakes, but he really did have your best interests at heart."

"..."

Jean didn't respond. She held her glass of orange juice in both hands, turning the cool glass absentmindedly.

After a moment's thought, Roger continued speaking to her:

"Besides, Charles is practically family to you, isn't he? You've lived at the Academy for so long that he's probably closer than any relative you have."

"But he lied to me," Jean said quietly.

In her mind, Charles had disrespected her by locking away her memories without her permission. To her, it was the same as lying.

Because Charles had promised not to tamper with her memories.

He had promised.

Not just to Wolverine, Logan, but to her as well. Yet now, Charles had broken that promise.

Roger ruffled his hair, looking at Jean with a troubled expression.

Then, with a deep sigh, he said to Jean:

"...Alright, I'll admit it. I'm not good at persuasion. My task is to bring you back, but I have no idea how to convince you. So... Jean, can you just tell me what I need to do to make you go back?"

"...I don't want to go back," Jean replied stubbornly.

Roger was at a loss.

Feeling a headache coming on, Roger took a sip of his cocktail. However, after tasting it, he frowned even more deeply.

Roger wasn't fond of alcohol; he didn't like the taste. When he ordered the cocktail earlier, it was just because he thought it would look out of place not to order a drink in a bar, and he wanted to try something new.

But after tasting it, he realized he'd made a mistake. He should have just ordered juice like Jean.

With a sigh, Roger set the cocktail aside and called the bartender over again:

"Do you have any cola?"

Bartender: "Sir, this is a bar."

"Yes, I know. So, do you have cola?"