Bearing some worry about the Jules still, Adam embraced her invitation and sat down with her, then focusing on her face, thus on her soul. A slight confusion, embarrasment and amusement has been revealed before him, calming his nerves about Jules' nerves. Now he knew for sure the laugh she expressed worked as intended. „You're a nice person, aren't you?” - he heard and he quickly looked away.<br/><br/>This „nice person” was hazed by the least empathic and most maleficent elements of his school, and instead of standing up to them when they went after others, he bottled his rage. This „nice person” has eventually exploded his wroth into discovering his powers and of course proceeded to make things right, by giving the bully, the jock, the smug snob, and many more, something much worse than what they ever dealt with. Something to culminate with Kensington Massacre. It got right at the 3rd place in death toll, right after Virginia Tech and Sandy Hook. 4th, if you count Bath School, 1927. Surely Jules heard of it. Surely she did not knew who was the cause behind the shooter... what a blissful ignorance. Hopefully it was going to stay that way for some time.<br/><br/>How did Adam managed to graduate after all what happened, evaded even him. He did remembered he had to take a week or two off, to Spain, where, as he'd tell people „the girl from under the hill righted his mind and showed him the way”. The girl who Jules, was found to slightly resemble.<br/><br/>Crux of the issue? Adam did not saw himself as a „nice person”, anymore than repentant one. Using the power only in subtlety and never in emotion, little acts of kindness, anything to convince himself he was higher than what he used to do, worked on purpose of averting Adam's use of power to spiral into a destructive spree of any kind.<br/><br/>„I let others be the judge of that. If you say I'm nice, then I suppose I am.” - he replied in neutral but calm voice, then proceeded to watch her face as she came to introducing herself.<br/><br/>The face really looked like that of the Spanish girl. Beneath the layers of clothing, surely Jules' figure was no different. There was coziness about her, combined with refined face which's smile was sending waves of strange warmth in Adam's chest... No no no, Adam, you're thinking with heart in place of mind, no no. Get your brain to do the thinking, if she shared that feeling, you would have received the echo of that. - he thought. Jules gave no hint of being startled again, so either she was cold and extremely inhibited (unlikely), or she did not had the same thought-reading ability as Adam had.<br/><br/>Once she was done, it fell on Adam to get back to real world from his empyrean thought plane.<br/><br/>„Philly” - he commented playfully.- „The city of brotherly love. But what's that without a brother?” -he continued on, but it was clear he now played his philosophy for the laughs, and has unwittingly sent a psychic wave meant to make Jules laugh, in conjunction with the jest. She jested herself, that she took risks, even if not a single of her mental echoes suggested that. From watching her exquisi... her face alone, Adam got a picture of a girl who's not out for adventure, which is also rather high-strung about her dislikes. No one should have to be stoic about what one hates, but it's a bonus, no?<br/>„Come on, there's always a right time for that. I was born in Poland. I'm not even a citizen of this place” - he chuckled. „Many thanks in advance for help on showing around, I'm sure it will be used and appreciated.”<br/><br/>Of course, the next question was infinitely more personal than Adam's origins. What got him here.<br/>How to tell a girl you effectively read her mind without upsetting her? You don't? You delay the answer? Surely she'd accept that.<br/><br/>But to delay the answer, is to keep her in the dark; in the dark to what Adam got from her head. A deceit in and of itself. Sometimes not touching a problem will let it grow and break out with a vengeance. The sooner he got it resolve, the less of an impact it will have.<br/><br/>„Something I knew was with me since I was 13 years old. I can... influence people's moods to extend and read some of their thoughts and attitudes. It used to be occasional, but now it's incessant. I can requisition it for my own ends, but it works on its own beyond my control. Meaning I.. can read some of your moods. Some of your thoughts. So I realize you would prefer a calm life to that of risks. And looking at you, in every interpretation possible in my context, I do wish that you eventually gain that.”<br/>Adam let a small pause fill the moment, looking up in the sky - „I wonder what would you think of me if you saw my mind like I see that of others. I mean, I know, everyone including my folks tell me, that I stand out from others.” - It invaded his mind that he might seem pretentious calling it as such, and through his reaction on presence of Jules, he sought to quickly recover: „Which may be bad or good news for me. As we'll talk, you'll be the judge for that.” - he finished.<br/><br/>Evidently, Adam sought to be on good terms with Jules: Something unlike him. He was right when he said he was unlike others: He was a loner, found no comfort in popular pastimes or media, opting instead for indie video games and music listened to by few others. He said people were entitled to nothing, but looked forward to enable them to have more. He was a loner, of no active attempts to make friends, with few exceptions, like those who end up on his way like Jules had. He tended to stay at his room all day, even though he savored every moment outdoors. „Issue is, there are a lot of things about me that make little sense. Not sure I can explain them all.” - he added. „I assume your relocation went well. Mine was rocky and I still have to unpack stuff I have. Not that easy to fit all the stuff I've got on me on where I live now.” - Adam continued, in hope Jules might know a thing or two about tidy ordering of rooms.