May 23rd: Literally, I'm the Only One Who Uses This Forum

[Will Stanton]

Will had finally decided, you know what? Being cooped up wasn't gonna solve anything, no matter how much he tried. So, instead he was in the music room, playing slowly on the piano. He had quite a bit of stubble going on now, too.

[Ivan Petrenko]

"Ah. Good to see you back at the piano Mr. Stanton," said the white-haired Russian as he entered the music room. Granted, he too had been scarce of late.

[Will Stanton]

"Professor Tereschenko! Yes, yes, um, I'm done with, er, the whole hermit act. Back on the saddle."

[Ivan Petrenko]

"Good. Retreating from the world solves nothing. Believe me, I've tried."

[Will Stanton]

"You have, sir?"

[Ivan Petrenko]

"Not in quite as literal a fashion, no. However I've spent much my life trying to keep my own baggage buried. Despite my public successes... on a personal level, I've only succeeded in making myself lonely."

[Will Stanton]

"Wonderful pep talk, sir," Will smirked.

[Ivan Petrenko]

"I must confess it sounded better in my head," he chuckled lightly.

[Will Stanton]

"As long as your music doesn't," he joked back.

[Ivan Petrenko]

"Now there's the Will I know," he smiled.

[Will Stanton]

"Yeah, it's still me..." he sighed.

[Ivan Petrenko]

"That is nothing to be ashamed of."

[Will Stanton]

"No....no it's not, is it."

[Ivan Petrenko]

"You're one of the most resilient people I know, powers or not. I have faith that you'll be able put all this behind you and be all the stronger for it."

[Will Stanton]

"Powers or not," Will agreed. "I've got a wonderful woman at my side; we'll solve this."

[Ivan Petrenko]

"Now if only I can find one of those," he smirked.

[Will Stanton]

"Try large gatherings of lost-looking people."