Charles nodded slowly, âI always hope to see you Warren,â he said gently.
He knew Warren had been...lost...as of late. His mind was restless and his wings even more so, of course if it was up to Charles, Warren would still be here full time. But he still considered it a pleasure when Warren decided to pop in unannounced.Â
That was the thing that Charles felt Warren had never fully understood, no matter how restless, or thoughtless, or flighty the boy could be, Charles loved him like a son. His original six, his x-men, calling them his team, his students, that was an incredible understatement. They were the closest thing to children heâd ever had, and even if Warren was a problem child, something Charles would never call him himself, he wanted for him everything a father should want for his children.
âWhy donât you tell me where your travels have taken you since we last spoke?âÂ