[ Charles is exhausted. There are more voices in one block space than he's had to deal with in years, and he only barely managed to beg his way into a reasonable room so he could lie still. If he used his powers to finagle it, he certainly isn't going to admit to it. He is a very persuasive speaker. He went to check on his van and lock it up and wheels back into his room, only to find a familiar face waiting there for him. Charles looks the way Peter might remember him from 1973, bearded and unkempt, about ready to have a mental breakdown with red-rimmed eyes.
He hasn't been able to selectively figure out minds yet so he didn't sense his fellow mutant here, but he also was never in Peter's mind before. He sighs and shuts the door behind him. He assumes whatever Peter has to trade was likely stolen, after seeing his room at home, but he can hardly criticize in this type of situation. Survival is far harder for him to do than most. ]
Yes, Peter, you can stay.
[ Charles is going to take those cheez-its though. He doesn't have much food to his name as he still figures out what to do next to get money flowing. He has been terribly privileged his whole life. It's quite a wakeup call. ]
The Blocks
He hasn't been able to selectively figure out minds yet so he didn't sense his fellow mutant here, but he also was never in Peter's mind before. He sighs and shuts the door behind him. He assumes whatever Peter has to trade was likely stolen, after seeing his room at home, but he can hardly criticize in this type of situation. Survival is far harder for him to do than most. ]
Yes, Peter, you can stay.
[ Charles is going to take those cheez-its though. He doesn't have much food to his name as he still figures out what to do next to get money flowing. He has been terribly privileged his whole life. It's quite a wakeup call. ]
How long have you been here?