[ He doesn't need to read minds to know what's going through the Professor's, even before it comes out. Charles is different, that much is true. He's not gonna deny it. Frustrated the hell out of in when he first found the man, hungover, bitterā€”withdrawn. But then, wasn't Logan the same when he first walked through those doors?
It might've only been a few days, but they were an important few days. Told him all he needed to know about Charles. Not just the man who led the X-Men fifty years later, but every part of him. ]
I know. [ He swings his leg over a chair across from Charles. ] You're not as far from him as you think, either. You were never perfect, Charles. But you believed in us. It made us believe in you, too.
[ That's all any of them needed: somebody who believed. Even when Logan hadn't given anybody much reason to believe in him, Charles was there. Patient, waiting. All the times he left, he never found himself wondering whether the institute's doors would still open for him if he returned. He knew they would. It was just how Charles was. So it doesn't matter that the Professor's younger, that there's things he hasn't learned yet. When he looks at Charles, he sees it. That quiet desire to want better for the worldā€”yeah, it took a bit of work to light it back up. But it was never gone. And he gets the feeling it's not gonna dim again that easily, either.
Besides. He's always ready to shake some sense back into just about anyone, if it comes to that. The Professor included. Worked before. ]
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It might've only been a few days, but they were an important few days. Told him all he needed to know about Charles. Not just the man who led the X-Men fifty years later, but every part of him. ]
I know. [ He swings his leg over a chair across from Charles. ] You're not as far from him as you think, either. You were never perfect, Charles. But you believed in us. It made us believe in you, too.
[ That's all any of them needed: somebody who believed. Even when Logan hadn't given anybody much reason to believe in him, Charles was there. Patient, waiting. All the times he left, he never found himself wondering whether the institute's doors would still open for him if he returned. He knew they would. It was just how Charles was. So it doesn't matter that the Professor's younger, that there's things he hasn't learned yet. When he looks at Charles, he sees it. That quiet desire to want better for the worldā€”yeah, it took a bit of work to light it back up. But it was never gone. And he gets the feeling it's not gonna dim again that easily, either.
Besides. He's always ready to shake some sense back into just about anyone, if it comes to that. The Professor included. Worked before. ]