MONET.

“It’s not really business.. I was just asking if you went to that last big meeting.”

“It’s probably the most relevant piece of information you’ve received in awhile, actually.”

“Not really. I guess I was just wondering if you were doing alright after Pleasant Hill. Lots of people haven’t been themselves, so I’m trying to check in with most of the people I see.” Maybe it was a guilt thing, Daisy didn’t really know.

“Am I not allowed to just be saying hi?”

“I’m looking for Jean Grey. I’m supposed to be offering some aid in telepathic screenings following Pleasant Hill.”

“If you’re looking for my mom, she’s a little busy. We all are right now, really. I figured X-Corp would have also gotten that message.”

“I presume you’re here for a reason?”

“Nope, stop right there. Before you say anything— this is just as confusing for me as it is for you. Scratch that— this is way more confusing for me. So just- don’t say anything stupid, alright?”

“That look in your eyes— I know what it means. I see it everywhere I go. You want to ask me something, yet you hesitate. Why? Are you afraid I might hurt you?”

“Pete Wisdom.”

Hands picked up the decanter of Bourbon and deftly poured out two fingers worth in two cups with the casual ease of someone who knew how to carry herself. Monet slid one towards Pete before sitting across the table from him.