The door opens and Charles slowly rolls in. His eyes narrow as he tries to take in the sight in the dark. His head tilts and he frowns a little. He can hear the voice, feel it in his head but there is nothing there. Cautiously, he rolls in a little further.
"I'm not sure who you are, but you can trust me. You must know that. You know me more than I know you," he said softly, his voice low and calm.
Charles frowns. The person normally in this room wasn't. That bothered him almost as much as the new voice in his head. His eyes closed and he tried to seek out and find Jean, wondering just where she was. The minute he saw she was in Scott's room, his eyes flew open. "Gah! I didn't need to see that, Jean," he muttered.
There would be words shared later. At least they were just sleeping for now, he mused to himself.
"If you don't feel comfortable showing yourself, at least speak to me?" He paused, before using his mind to reach out. "Or here, if it's easier. I'd like to help, if I can?"
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"I'm not sure who you are, but you can trust me. You must know that. You know me more than I know you," he said softly, his voice low and calm.
Charles frowns. The person normally in this room wasn't. That bothered him almost as much as the new voice in his head. His eyes closed and he tried to seek out and find Jean, wondering just where she was. The minute he saw she was in Scott's room, his eyes flew open. "Gah! I didn't need to see that, Jean," he muttered.
There would be words shared later. At least they were just sleeping for now, he mused to himself.
"If you don't feel comfortable showing yourself, at least speak to me?" He paused, before using his mind to reach out. "Or here, if it's easier. I'd like to help, if I can?"