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She wasn’t even sure whether he was joking or being sincere. Either way, it probably wouldn’t be a good idea. It wasn’t something she could imagine the X-Mansion condoning. ❛ Ah don’t think the professor would like that very much, hon’. He’d probably notice. ❜  Where was he going to steal a microwave from anyways? Speed towards the nearest house? ❛ Maybe try tah act like nothin’? You might be lucky and have him not notice - could be he’ll pin it on somebody else. ❜  Though, it was the professor. Nothing in their minds was sacred.

He was a funny guy. Somebody who appeared to be taking everything with a grain of salt, rather than appear judgmental. It was something that she apparently felt that she had needed without knowing it, no one liked to be judged anyways.  ❛ What kind of stuff do ya prefer tah read? Tell me about your favorites. ❜  It wasn’t that she read much in particular, but she did have a secret stash of romance novels in her room. Sometimes it was as if what was written in the books was the closest thing she got to ever truly connecting with a person, especially due to her circumstances.

The older mutant knew how little there was he could say that would make any real difference. He remembered how much pain his future son had harboured, the words the now alternate version’s other personalities had called him, the leaver – - the great abandoner… tormented and taunted for things he hadn’t yet done, and wouldn’t, not now. Did he have any right to judge Erik for what he’d done, given there had been a universe where he had done the same in an attempt to save his only son? “Why don’t we take a wander outside? There’s something I would like to tell you.”

Xavier knew what ailed the young man, the way he held himself, the fervent belief that he was dealing with everything on his own, that everything was well. Why? Because a part of him could recognise it, he’d seen it before, he’d felt it. Yes, there had been a stark difference, a darkness that had delivered him to that lonely place, and perhaps that’s what helped him understand most of all. He wouldn’t push… but he wouldn’t abandon Peter either. “Weird indeed.” The headmaster smiled at his student, a brightness twinkling in his emerald eyes. “You’re a remarkable young man, my friend. Never doubt that.”

The youngster didn’t need to conclude his sentence for Charles to know just what he was thinking, he could see it there on his face, it was written all over him with every breath. “You’re right. I don’t ‘have to’. Instead, I choose to.” He briefly explained, his words few, but honest. “We’re all different. Each of us built upon our own beginnings, our own experiences. Would you think more of me were I more… similar to you?”

“I worry for everyone. It’s my… duty, my responsibility, and perhaps my curse.” Charles murmured with the lightest of smiles, just about managing to reign in the quiet pang of amusement that stemmed from being told he was ‘old as balls’ as Peter had said. “You’re stubborn. In that respect, we have something in common.”

“There was a time I thought as you do. There were… differences, of course. But I was adamant, resigned. Only, it was more than that.” He looked the speedster eye to eye, deciding not to push any further. “I’m here should you need me, Peter. Remember that.”

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     She had meant to go into the kitchen to make some tea, to soothe her nerves and aid herself in getting a good night’s rest. On her pursuit, she spotted Peter who appeared to have fallen asleep with a controller in his hand. 

     Right, Garfield had allowed him to stay over the night so they could play through most of it. It looked like he had punched out. Entering the common room, she covered him with a blanket, intending to allow him to sleep further. Gently tugging the controller out of his grasp, she found that his eyes flew open, their gaze meeting. 

     ❛ Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake youI was just trying to help you get more comfortable. ❜

He blinked a few times, still groggy from his nap. After all, he hadn’t really slept enough to call it sleeping. He could remember playing some video games, but how he’d ended up curled up on the couch was a complete mystery.

And there was Raven, standing over him. Was it morning already? He couldn’t tell. He squinted, reaching up with one hand and booping her on the nose, his movements slow for once. He’s very cozy and honestly, he could probably fall asleep once again.

“A time will come when it will catch up with you, you know. It… needn’t be that way. I can help you.”

Listening to his instructions, she was careful as she stepped further into the kitchen. There was a gentle smile upon her lips, clearly amused by the whole incident. It was probably quite embarrassing to him, but she found it to be particularly considerate. ❛ Do you need a hand? Fair warning, I’m no better in the kitchen, but if you want, we can try again. ❜  She wouldn’t claim to know what she was doing, but maybe two heads would work better with one task. After all, she would say that she might have learned a thing or two from her friends.

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“You can run, but you won’t make it far. You can’t hide from who you are.”