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Memory smiled at Ryan's reassuring, and protective, arm around her and let herself lean into him slightly. It was sweet, he was doing it because he loved her after all, and wanted her to know he cared and wanted to keep her safe, something that she wasn't used to with the guys she usually got with. Normally it was just a crappy "date" and then to the bedroom. A sly smile curled her lips and she looked away slightly.
'Well... mostly the bedroom.' Memory closed her eyes and sighed quietly at herself, at who she used to be, then stepped away from Ryan for a cup of coffee with a quiet "I'll be right back". She needed something to give her a little boost, it seemed as if it were going to be a long day and she wouldn't last without it. After pouring and walking back to Ryan, a slightly forced, but decently hidden, smile on her face, she took a sip and moved closer to him again.

“So… Good night?”
Cara's voice caught her by surprise and she jumped, nearly dropping the cup. for a second the words didn't even register in her mind. then suddenly, at around the same time it hit Cara, the possible meaning behind them made Memory give a quiet snort of amusement, and surprise. She knew that Cara spoke her mind, but she never expected her to put her thoughts across quite like that.
“Sorry, I didn't mean that. Did you sleep well?”
'Oh... oops,' M thought with another smile as she drank her coffee.

She had found out years ago that both Jonathan and Memory drank the same coffee - black coffee, no sugar or cream - and had wondered since how two half siblings, raised separate for years, could be so similar. Not just with their tastes of coffee, but with everything. There was similarities in the films they watched, the songs they listened to, their food preferences. Even personality wise.
'Although, apparently not when it comes to this mutant rights debate.' While Memory admired her brother, and the professor, for being able to stay positive and optimistic, believing that with time and patience mutants would find their place in the world. But she had been finding it harder and harder to believe. Everyday the humans worked harder and harder to eradicate them, to destroy the "mutant threat", and it didn't seem as if words were going to solve it. For mutants to have their place in the world, they would need to take it from the humans with force if necessary. However, Jonathan and Memory could both agree that unneeded death on either side was uncalled for. Memory turned her eyes Cara and pursed her lips thoughtfully. She may share Cara's views, but not her near extremism.
'Or Jonathan's on the other side, for that matter.'

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"Trust me the telepath knows."

Jonathan grimaced as he stood, then dropped the broken shards of the cup he had previously been holding into the trash. He knew it was hypocritical to think seeing as technically he was a telepath too, but they were one of the few things he didn't trust in the world. He like Vincent. In fact, Vincent was one of the few people he both trusted an respected. But being around him brought a sense of wariness that he just couldn't stop no matter what he did. Secrets were supposed to stay secret, and yet any old telepath could rummage around your brain and rummage in your darkest corners.
'Best not to tell him the full thing, he already got offended last time.' Shaking his head, he finished putting everything he had used away and grabbed another cup and filled it with coffee. Jonathan turned his eyes back to Kyle and ensured he had a smile on his face.

"Hopefully I'm not the only one getting sick of their pranks," he said with a sigh, leaning against the counter casually, still managing to be taller than the Frenchman despite his best efforts to lower his height. He lifted the coffee and drained half the cup, then set it down gently. He thought back on his words and ran a hand through his hair, moving it back out of his face a little better. "I feel like I'm getting old myself when I say things like that." He looked to Kyle. "So what does a handsome young man like yourself do all day? Wont you entertain this old geezer with your stories," he joked weakly.
'Why do people even like you when you happily define that as a joke?'