( He'd woken up an hour ago, a tell-tale sign of discomfort in his limbs and a nagging headache that threatened to make him desperate for a drink with a kick. But he'd stayed in bed, faking sleep for long enough that Hank was already gone. Charles doesn't want to talk about it, because talking about it will bring up the topic of the serum and he's wavering.
Raven is gone, and Charles feels impotent. A little power might help him find her.
He isn't expecting the knock - his friend would just walk back in. For a moment he considers ignoring it, but he forces himself up and to a stand, running a hand through his hair and dropping the makeshift curtain over his bed so that he can move to the door.
Seeing Vanessa wipes the frown almost from his face, surprise evening out the firm lines. ) Miss Ives. To what do I owe the pleasure?
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Raven is gone, and Charles feels impotent. A little power might help him find her.
He isn't expecting the knock - his friend would just walk back in. For a moment he considers ignoring it, but he forces himself up and to a stand, running a hand through his hair and dropping the makeshift curtain over his bed so that he can move to the door.
Seeing Vanessa wipes the frown almost from his face, surprise evening out the firm lines. ) Miss Ives. To what do I owe the pleasure?