[Charles follows his gaze up until it averts and tilts his head, concerned. He can't shake this nagging concern, and the very little he can glean both from the other man's mind--images in a jumble with no sense or context--and even less from conversation only makes it worse.]
Is she going to be alright?
[The exhaustion has worn at his stability, and even worse, at his temperament, and he punctuates that pause in his response with an audible, shaky breath.]
[ He wants so badly to believe. Shaking his head, he glances in at Laura and Jean, and then looks back to Charles, his jaw set.
All right. ]
I need some air. You coming?
[ Logan nods at the waiting area at the end of the corridor, where an arrangement of empty sofas sit under a high ceiling. A half-circle window takes up the wall, giving a gorgeous view of Kauto and her sister, before a backdrop of that churning storm. C'mon, Charles, hurry up. ]
[It doesn't take any convincing to get Charles to follow, concerned as he is. Even if he were to acquiesce and go home, would he even be able to sleep, not knowing?
This is a new area for him; he's barely seen outside of Jean's room in the last week. Even the commute home and back is a blur he barely remembers, the details of it too fuzzy to recall, only existing in a quantity that reminds him that he had managed the trip at some point. It's a gorgeous view; the kind of thing that might be awe-inspiring if his mind weren't wrapped up in too many other things and other places.
The motorized chair gives a soft hum as Charles follows Logan's lead, the sort of continued noise that's finally started to grate--like the scratch of rocks together--now that his patience has worn dangerously thin.]
I'm not so old as to be put out to pasture just yet, Logan. [If he only knew.] What is going on?
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son u r doing him a frighten
Is she going to be alright?
[The exhaustion has worn at his stability, and even worse, at his temperament, and he punctuates that pause in his response with an audible, shaky breath.]
Logan.
he ain't ur son, boy
All right. ]
I need some air. You coming?
[ Logan nods at the waiting area at the end of the corridor, where an arrangement of empty sofas sit under a high ceiling. A half-circle window takes up the wall, giving a gorgeous view of Kauto and her sister, before a backdrop of that churning storm. C'mon, Charles, hurry up. ]
he ain't your boy, buddy
This is a new area for him; he's barely seen outside of Jean's room in the last week. Even the commute home and back is a blur he barely remembers, the details of it too fuzzy to recall, only existing in a quantity that reminds him that he had managed the trip at some point. It's a gorgeous view; the kind of thing that might be awe-inspiring if his mind weren't wrapped up in too many other things and other places.
The motorized chair gives a soft hum as Charles follows Logan's lead, the sort of continued noise that's finally started to grate--like the scratch of rocks together--now that his patience has worn dangerously thin.]
I'm not so old as to be put out to pasture just yet, Logan. [
If he only knew.] What is going on?