"He'll be fine. Don't worry; in the end I always straighten him out."
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If Neil was going to tell the honest truth about it to anyone, he was a little nervous about confronting his roommate while he was as angry as he was, recognizing him as someone he needed to be legitimately cautious around and who could be a very dangerous person if he wanted to be. Even if he ended up getting over it at some point in time, Jason had grown quite the temper and learned through unfortunate personal experience that it wasn't just for show. At the very most, he knew he would be at least somewhat approachable since they had become close friends while staying in the same dormitory over the past couple of years together and were able to understand where both parties were coming from for any given topic. Neil just hoped this time wouldn't be some sort of magical exception to that general norm.
"Jason? Jason!" Neil called out, spotting him further down the corridor he was heading through and jogging to catch up to his friend. Whether he was headed back to their dormitory or was on his way to the sparring arena that the students were allowed to use recreationally outside of their Phys-Ed periods, the pyrokinetic man didn't know. Right now, his main objective was simply to get Jason to calm down and prevent him from taking out his bubbling anger out on unsuspecting peers. "Jason, talk to me for a second," Neil pleaded, grabbing the wind user's shoulder firmly and spinning him around so that he could face him.
"Go the fuck away, Neil. I don't need you pestering me right now."
"I don't want to pester you. I'm here to help."
"Right, because everyone's always 'here to help', am I right? Just cut the bullshit already and give me some space."
"I don't understand why you're so angry right now. All we've ever been to you is friendly and caring; we don't deserve this kind of attitude from you, Jason."
"Of course they don't, Neil, but..." Jason's tone had instantly softened up when he spoke following Neil's remark about him as well as Ann and Clair, the group of four who normally stuck so closely together when they weren't conversing with other people. Jason never meant to hurt any of them... He was just so angry about so many things, and he couldn't stop it from resurfacing once so much attention was directed towards him. It was maddening, and he felt like it drove him nuts a lot of the time. He didn't feel like there was anyone or anything that could save him, as though he was falling in a downward spiral that had no end to it.
"... Just tell me honestly that nobody's really been there to help me when I needed it."
"We have been, Jason. You just don't know that yet."
"No, maybe I don't. And I think I'd better figure it out quick, before something bad happens... I can feel it in my gut every day. I just know that something will happen that'll just be beyond my power to be able to stop."
"You need to get rid of that feeling, then. Because we're all here to make things better for you. "I know what-"
"Don't talk about that. Please don't. Just not right now."
"... Fine. But just remember: we're not him. We're not going to hurt you, or judge you for who you are like he did."
"... Yeah. Yeah, I know that."