Roland laughed, remembering. He hadn't ever been so close to a mutant, but he knew that Alexi was one the second he saw him. The white hair, the white eyes, they made him stick out. His first instinct should have been to tell his father, to stop him, but he couldn't. He didn't. He had been told mutants were ruthless, would kill him just for being human, but that didn't seem so true anymore. Roland still remembered the feeling of the wind around him, picking up, controlled by Alexi's emotions. It had somehow served to draw him closer, and now here they were.

"We're so different, how can we be so sure this will work?" He mused as he grabbed Alexi's hand in his, comparing the colour of their skin, remembering the difference in their looks. His bright red hair stood out compared to the stark white of Alexi's. They could never be in public, not without people looking down on them... without stopping them. Was this what he wanted?

Yet the thought of leaving, of going back home and possibly never seeing him again wasn't something he was sure he could manage. Roland didn't wait for an answer, instead he jumped up, pulling Alexi to his feet. "Come on, let's go home..." He urged, pulling him towards the cabin, hoping he understood the choice he was making, what he was willing to give up for him.