Jaxon leaned forward on the counter, resting his head in his hands and adopting an almost childish expression as he listened to Gen. He was tired as hell, and it took him some time to catch onto what the older man was talking about- the Dimuroite- but then it clicked. It was awhile back, but he did recall meeting the very.. promiscuous "blue kid". He seemed like one hell of a handful, which would explain why he had Gen's attention. Maygen seemed to like things that were difficult or interesting. The kid was both.
His words were a little vague, though, Jaxon had to admit. Guilt? Why would Gen be guilty? Something had clearly happened that Gen wasn't going to let out. "I see," Jax replied thoughtfully. "Well, why'd he leave if you could help him? I'm sure he'd appreciate your help. He doesn't seem like the type who has any idea how to fend for himself either.." he admitted, thinking back to the meeting. "Let me guess, you're feeling all responsible for him now?"
