Jul 3, 2014
❖ . . .
he isn't depressed. or at the very least, he's functioning in the capacity to work, without thinking beyond what paper needs to be signed next; whether his cup is out of coffee. fingers tented against his lips, he scans through the front page of the newspaper--mysterious mass-delusion attributed to mutant
--and sighs.
time to collect your thoughts.
his eyes fall shut, breathing slowing to some semblance of rest as he tunes out the cacophony of noise from outside the door--there were always rowdy students--and focuses inward. there's a solution, somewhere within the corners of his mind.
it's as good a time as any to put the x-men into action.
and with that, he reaches out.