She continued walking, something tugging at her mind until she heard a man’s gentle voice inside of her head. She had stopped in her tracks. Even for an asgardian she wasn’t use to this. Syna had a feeling he already knew exactly all of thoughts. There was no point in even denying this at all. Closing her eyes, she stood still, allowing herself to answer him. Her mind brushes back to his.
'Cup of tea. That sounds pleasant right now, sir. I’ll be right there.’
As soon as she was finished, she opened her eyes and looked around. It was still pretty dark and at least she had a feeling where she needed to go. Turning around, she made her way towards the building where the professor stayed. She had never met him but work around, he was one if not, the most brilliant man around. Approaching the door, she gently knocked at it.
Charles never intended to pry, but even with his restraint, he feels how she expects it of him, expects that he will know everything. There is always a tension in people, when they do not know themselves how well guarded the ordinary mind can be. He smiles to himself as he wheels around the office, preparing the tea as he muses on how it seems so common for people to forgot how they themselves already protected themselves from harmful memories and bad thoughts.
Faster than he expected, there is a knock on the door.
“Syna, please, do come in.”
There are papers scattered across his desk, the space left between the desk and bookshelves that had been intended to leave him space for his wheelchair intruded in on by the stacks of books that overflow the shelves - in short, the typical office of a life long academic. There are already two cups of tea on the desk.
“Is roman chamomile acceptable? I thought it best to stay away from the caffeine.”
