what a surprise

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Closed starter for @catchmeifycucan​

        "No, no, no. You’ve got it all wrong.” Alex said, waving his hands in the air in front of him as he pushed off the wall he had been leaning against with his right foot. “If I tried that here I might blow up a building or something. We have to go somewhere else, but I’m not scared.” 

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Closed starter for @ivehurtpeople​

        “You look rough.” Alex noted out loud as Logan walked into the dimly lit kitchen. The open refrigerator illuminated Alex’s figure as he sat on a stool at the counter, hunched over a beer. “Want a beer? It might help.” 

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Closed starter for @insurgcnts​

       “What’s actually going on with you and Jean?” Scott and Jean were the closest thing Alex had ever seen to love at first sight. The connection had been instant. It was something that Alex himself had never experienced, and he was sure he never would. The closest he had gotten was Lorna and everyone had seen how that had worked out for him. 

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Closed starter for @phoenixxgreyj​

    The feeling was unexplainable. When a telepath touched your mind, it was the ghost of a physical one, like the fingertips of a hand lightly grazing over your brain. But not quite that. It was a feeling that was only known once it had been experienced, and Alex had experienced it enough times to know it. With Charles and Jean under the same roof it was almost impossible not to know it. “Are you in my head, Jean?” There was no irritation or judgement, only curiosity as he rubbed his forehead. ​

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polarixdane​:

“Oh, are you kidding me?” The day had started out warm, warm enough that Lorna had opted for shorts and a tank top. But now the clouds had rolled in, obscuring the sun and cloaking its warmth, and rain was lashing the city with cold, stinging whips. The deluge was so fierce and sudden that she was soaked to the skin in seconds, and she wrapped her arms around herself, shivering. She ducked her head, stomping through puddles, when she collided with something. “Watch it–” she hissed, and then she looked up. Several expressions vied for control on her face as she looked at Alex Summers. Shock, hurt, regret, anger – another emotion, one that she refused to name and didn’t settle. Her lip curled. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t knock you out with your own bloodstream right now.”

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        Alex was too busy shielding himself from the sudden onset of rain to be focused on where he was going. It backfired when he collided with something hard and small. Taking his brain a second to register, his arms reached out to take hold of the thing he had run into long enough to stabilize himself and regain his sense of direction when he heard an all too familiar voice. His arms reacted, pulling his grip from Lorna faster than it had reached for her. Alex’s brows furrowed together, creasing at the thought of the iron in his blood knocking him out. He made a quick mental note to stop eating so much red meat in case she decided to actually do it one day, not that she needed much iron in his system for that. “Okay, I can see you’re still upset about what happened.” Letting the awkward air of a poorly executed joke fall between them, he tried his best to recover, clearing his throat. 

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diamondqueenemma​:

“Take a picture Summer’s it’ll last longer.” she scoffed dragging her eyes away from the mirror she was looking into and fixing up her makeup and looking up and down his form before her icy eyes settled on his.​

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      “If you want me to keep a photo to look at later, it might just be easier for you to come by my room.” Alex replied to Emma without missing a beat. There was no denying how attractive the other mutant was, and despite whatever she had going on with his brother, he couldn’t help the attraction he felt towards her. The blonde was a lot like Lorna, reminding him of better times. Times before his kidnapping and everything else that had come with that - Better times. 

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ofdiamondqueen​:

Emma pursed her lips at him when he laughed sitting slightly back in his lap. “I’d much rather just take my top off.” she said his thoughts loud. Sharing something personal left her vulnerable, she rarely ever opened up to anyone, but Alex whether he knew it or not was very much like his brother Scott. Emma clicked her tongue drumming her perfectly manicured nails onto the soft fabric of the couch beside her. “I had a brother.” she said thinking about Christian and what she would give if he were still alive today. “We were very close growing up.” Her features softened her pursed lips smoothing out into a frown. “He died a few years ago.” 

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      “You could do both.” He offered, a playful smirk dancing across his lips. Alex understood Emma’s hesitation to open up and let someone in. It only lead to pain but this was harmless. Neither of them had invested anything in this. “A brother?” He asked, the surprise clear as day on his face. It was something that the mutant would have never guessed about her. Emma dripped of only child syndrome but obviously that wasn’t the case. “What happened?” Alex pushed further, trying to pry more without scaring her too much. 

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cfcyclops​:

Scott was a protector. It was something he long decided since he’d lost too much to ever gain back and realized the X-Men were the only family he had remaining. He would teach them, lead them, and protect them to his dying day. That was his legacy, something he’d already decided long ago. He wasn’t nearly done with it either, he had so much he wanted to give back to them and the world. So much he wanted to do with it too. He wanted to live, for all the people he’d lost, he would live for them. Or at least he’d fight like hell trying to. He didn’t have any particular plans to go out in a blaze of glory, at least anytime soon. But if he went out taking out some son of a bitch wearing his big brother’s face well then Scott was content with that ending. He would die to defend Alex’s legacy and all Alex had done for this school, for their family, for mutant all kind. Anyone daring to use his face for their own means, he would make them wish they were never even born and regret even thinking Alex Summer’s name. 

Landing on the ground, Scott didn’t lose his footing even for a moment. He’d jump from much larger heights and landed with less difficulty. He couldn’t help that he was shaky, seeing Alex shook him to his core. Even if he knew it was some pretender just using his brother’s face for their own selfish ends. It was the first time, in a long time, he truly wanted to kill someone (funny enough, last time he felt that it had to do with losing Alex too. Except it wasn’t that funny, it just hurt). Being faced with Alex made his heart beat fast then Scott could even take, it hurt so much to see that smile directed at him and know it had to be fake. He inhaled deeply, remembering that he needed to be a leader, he needed to be calm, he needed to be strong in the face of this imposter. He couldn’t lose his shit. 

“No… I don’t like it.” Stop stop stop, his heart was beating too damn fast inside his chest, he had no control over it. “Do you even know-” Breathe breathe breathe. “His face— … he’s a hero, and you’re just… using him. Like any other face, like any other mask, did you-did you see him in a picture? Or did you think since he was dead you could just play him, that we wouldn’t suspect-” Don’t lose your fucking shit Scott, come on you’re a fucking leader come on!!! “It should be ominous, it should scare you, you should be fucking scared because how dare-” He meant to sound threatening, to sound scary, but all he sounded was hurt. “H-how dare you… he was a hero! He was- he was so good, and he’s also- he’s also fucking dead. So just… stop using him, please.” He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t be the badass leader when faced with Alex’s face. Right now he was just the little brother lost in grief and longing for a brother long gone. “Just… leave. I won’t fight you, just leave his face alone and leave. Please.” He wouldn’t be able to fight someone with Alex’s face even if he tried. 

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      “Oh,” he blinked in surprise. It shocked him that Scott had decided to focus on the length of Alex’s hair after thinking he was dead for so long. It seemed like a strange thing to fixate on but grief didn’t have a handbook. Then it struck him as Scott continued to speak. It became more evident with each word that his younger brother thought that he was speaking to someone else. The mutant must have thought he was a shapeshifter like Raven or a telepath masking their identity in his mind. Neither were the truth, but how could his brother have known that when he thought Alex had died in an explosion? People didn’t just survive those and in truth Alex wouldn’t have either if he had been in the school like everyone had thought instead of teleported out. 

       There was no stopping Scott once his rant had begun, so the older mutant let his brother berate him. He let him get it out; all the pent up frustration released into the wind. “I’m not leaving.” he told him, refusing to be apart from Scott again. “I’m staying right here.” Alex took a cautious step towards his brother, wanting to pull him into a hug. There had to be some way he could prove that he was himself and not an imposter. “I wish I could say I was using my face as a mask but that sounds a little disturbing. It’s me, Scott.”

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ofmagneto​:

Erik knew that Alex was testing his limits within the house after all why shouldn’t he? Just because his brother had started liking him didn’t mean the elder had to just yet. But they both cared for Charles and would try anything to at least give the illusion of being civil. “Charming, Either way what are you doing in here anyway?” he questioned the other moving to return some books he’d borrowed from this room.

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      Alex felt triumphant when Erik pushed him and the subject no further. “Sitting, as you can see.” He gestured to the leather sofa which he had taken up residence on. “Better question: What are you doing in here?” The mutant asked, eyeing the books as the older man slipped them back onto the shelves of the bookcases where they belonged.

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mindsovermetal​:

The nights he carried the loss of his first son whilst having to be the rock for his youngest one whom just lost his older brother which tragically was all at once did he gain him, only to loss him. Tending to spend those nights in which he couldn’t sleep in his office to reminisce over times where havok reign over the manor, the spontaneous outings of just the two of them - something he cherished and something he continued to do with Scott because he knew it would’ve been the three of them. And how is he supposed to reacted when his own mind has been playing vicious tricks on him? He had to make sure it was their Alex, his Alex and it was him in the flesh and blood. It made the telepath kick himself mentally from not trying to look further from the explosion, he should’ve known, he should’ve felt him… looking back on it now there were times he felt his son’s psyche but it was clouded over his belief of trying to keep Alex alive at any aspect but nope, he had been taken. And he was none the wiser. Charles muted some of the heavier questions in Alex’ mind to allow them to have a free moment of being reunited with one another, so the telepath didn’t go further into his mind which was shrouded in horrors of the time of them being apart, slightly selfish. But he just wanted to hold his son, the embrace grew tighter around the poor lad, arms promising to never let him go ever again. “Oh, there aren’t words to describe how much, I missed you, Alex. Not a day went by without you being in my thoughts.” Hushed tones, only meant for the two of them, despite them being the only ones awake at this hour. Tilting his head down against the top of Alex’ crown, breathing in his scent which had barely changed despite the years, resting his set of lips upon flesh to leave a fatherly kiss on him. “I love you, so much, my boy.” He uttered on flesh, innocently. Pulling back to look over his features which have only sharpened from whatever he’s been through, yet those eyes still wreaking havoc of warmth over him, Scott had started to morph more into Alex’ youthful features, making them look similar as the days passed into years. “Scott, is asleep… I can go fetch him if you want?” 

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       Alex drank in the feeling of Charles’ arms around him, soaking in the warmth and protection they provided. Standing there in his father figure’s arms he was the unruly teenager he had been when they met. So many things had changed in the years since then but the feeling of the Professor’s hugs had always taken him back. He wondered if this was how it felt with actual fathers. The Summers brother’s biological father had died a long time ago and when Alex had been adopted his adoptive father had never been much of a hugger so the only man who had ever been like this with him was Xavier. It was for the best because he didn’t think he would want to be held by anyone else. The man had done more for him than any of his prior fathers. “I missed you too.” The young mutant admitted, his voice a whisper only audible to the telepath. It was the truth. Alex had only missed three people, only thought of the trio during his time captive and tortured. Scott, Lorna, and Charles had got him through it, helped him hold out and not completely break under pressure of the horrors he had endured. “I love you too.” All Charles had to do was peer into his mind to see the truth behind his words. He shook his head at the question of waking his younger brother. “No,” he wasn’t ready to face the music, to answer all the questions that would come from someone who couldn’t take a look inside his mind. “I’ll see him in the morning.”

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cfcyclops​:

Classes were, for lack of a better term, sometimes- mostly, boring. Scott had been around the block since he was a teenager. He’d seen the worst humanity had to offer and delved into every lesson with his whole heart. He took details, he remembered them, he was astute. So, all these lessons he already knew, at this point it was more seat time to appease the Professor then anything else (he knew the man worried about him, much like a father. It was touching in a way Scott couldn’t dare to delve into.) So, for Charles, he’d deal with the boring. Plus, it wasn’t like he was still a student. His whole purpose in the classroom was to help the younger generation that he was closer in age too then the teacher. Plus, Charles probably wanted him to remember the lessons. Always so protective and wise- Scott would have said no if it’d been anyone else asking. He gave a soundless sigh, leaning onto his palm while his elbow hutched on the desk before him.

His eyes wandered to everything that was more interesting then the lesson. Which, actually, was everything. A cup of pencils, a student with air pods in both ears, the way the light hit the garden outside, his brother- his brother? Scott froze, coldness sweeping over him in one fall swoop. Either a telepath was influencing his mind, there was some drug in the air causing hallucinations or he- he finally lost it. Any remnants of sanity he thought he had (he always thought he was pretty sane, all things considered. Now he wasn’t so sure). But… no one around him appeared to be freaked out. No one else seemed bothered or disjointed. Just… him.

“Excuse me.” He told the teacher, rising from his seat. The best way to end the hallucination was dispersing the area, right? Proving to himself Alex wasn’t truly there. Part of him, the desperate part that grieved for his brother and felt pain at the sight of him, wanted nothing more then to blast the hallucination with his eyes. It was long range and could easily destroy it, then he could be done with it and have Charles check his mind for any disparities. But- he’d probably destroy some property along the way, and plus it wasn’t the best examples for the youngsters in the room. Still, Scott wanted the image gone as soon as possible. So, he opened the window, hopped onto the ledge and jumped. It was hardly the biggest leap he’d ever taken, and Scott knew how to land on his feet.

As he looked them over, it felt obvious that he was a illusion created by a telepath or some kind of mutant. “Alex’s hair was longer when he died, you got that wrong.” Scott stated. “If this is your best attempt at- at mind screwing me you’re really not gonna enjoy meeting the Professor.” Charles Xavier would show this joke what real telepathy was capable of. Not this weak illusion meant to hit his emotions (and it did, hit his emotions awfully).

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       Alex had kept to the shadows, waiting until he knew that Scott was in his room for the night to come out of hiding. He knew his brother would have the hardest time accepting he was alive without a barrage of questions. He wasn’t ready to explain what happened to anyone but the Professor an he knew Scott wouldn’t be able to accept that. The younger mutant had always been much more of a worrier, taking care and thought into his actions. If he knew what Alex had been though, he would only worry about it happening again. Lightning didn’t strike in the same spot twice so there was no need to add unnecessary stress to his brother’s life; That’s what he told himself when he questioned if he was doing the right thing. He refused to let his torture become Scott’s.

     Today had been an exception to the night rule. From what Alex had gathered, his brother would be busy for the next hour, and he was beginning to grow claustrophobic cramped up in his room until the late hours of the night. So he, on a whim, had decided to go for a walk around the grounds. It would be quick and he would be back before Scott ever left whatever classroom he was in.  

       For the most part his walk had been peaceful, doing exactly what he had hoped it would by stretching his legs. Everything remained relatively normal until a loud thud came from the direction of the school. Turning his head, the shouting started and immediately a chill ran through him as they mad eye contact for the first time in years. Alex couldn’t have helped the smile that spread across his features even if he tried. It started at his lips, reaching his eyes within seconds, bringing him back to life. Scott had resurrected Alex without so much as trying. For the first time since his death/disappearance he felt whole again. “You don’t like it?” He asked, tugging on a strand on his hair. “I could get a haircut if it’s really that bad. You know you can just call him Charles. I know who ‘the Professor’ is. It sounds so ominous when you say it like that.”

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ofmagneto​:

Erik found that he liked Alex the male while at times could be abrasive and impulsive but it was hardly much different then his younger self so he took things with a grain of salt. Plus Charles loved Alex and Scott like sons so he tried hard to be part of their life as well. “Everyone is scared of something no matter how old you get. But your smart mouth might get you clean up duty if you keep it up” He smirked looking at the other.  

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     Alex wasn’t great with authority, defying it at every chance he got. The exception being with Charles Xavier; a man he saw as a father figure. Erik was not that to him, however, no matter how many times he shared a bed with the professor. “I’m shaking.” He replied, tone steady and bored. Erik could demand Alex do whatever he wanted but there was a difference between demanding and getting results. If he wanted the younger mutant to clean up, he would have to force the iron running through his veins like a puppeteer. 

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ofdiamondqueen​:

“Theres a lot you don’t know about me Summers, actually there’s a lot no one knows about me.” She intended to keep it that way, her past was a rough one and she didn’t need anyone digging into it and bringing up bad memories. Emma watched him throw his shirt across the room. “Well, that escalated quickly, not that I’m complaining.” The pedigree comment was not a subject she should have broached she could tell it struck a nerve with Alex, it was loud and harsh, not that she should have been scanning his mind, it was just a habit. She was always on the defensive side, she’d learned with Shaw to scan for threats, now it had just become force of habit. Perhaps she should have said their looks were to her standards and not their pedigree, Emma knew better than anyone that who you came from wasn’t always an indication of who you were. Her father was cruel and abusive and while she could be cruel Emma was not like him in the slightest. 

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        “Oh? Is that right?” He questioned, curiosity peaked by the statement. Emma always seemed like she had a lot to hide behind the silver tongue she possessed, burying it all behind sass and sarcasm. Alex almost laughed at her reaction, letting it die in his throat before he ruined the mood or the possibility of what could be. Shrugging, his shoulders slumped as he leaned into the couch to get a better look at her face. Emma was beautiful, she had been for as long as he had known her but it wasn’t her beauty that drew him to her, it was her strength. He found himself entranced by it, by her. Gravitating like a planet in orbit of her. “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” He said, knowing that she would be able to get the context clues from his thoughts. Alex wanted to know something that no one knew, offering up one of his own secrets in exchange. 

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bbyxxdrke​:

Bobby smiled at the other mutant, though he wasn’t quite drunk enough to not notice how awkward the man looked. He thought he better ignore it than bring it up, not wanting to cause someone he barely knew any more discomfort. 

“How’s it going, Alex?” he asked with a friendly smile. Bobby hadn’t bumped into many mutants during his short time in Gotham and when he wasn’t at the mansion or one of his more favourable bars, being around other mutants is where he felt most comfortable. 

He finished off his cocktail quickly, signalling to the bartender for another, and ordering a drink for Alex too. 

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       Bobby’s reaction to seeing him wasn’t exactly what he had been expecting but it was nice not to be looked at like a ghost for once so he took it, smiling back at the other man. “Pretty good,” he replied before taking another sip from the glass in his hand. Pretty good was an exaggeration. Things were okay at best mostly due to the fact that he hadn’t had a chance to see Scott yet. It was as if the city was keeping them apart somehow. “How about you? Come here often?” He joked, trying to dispel whatever unease he felt.

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redphoenixjean​:

“People…” Jean waved her hand vaguely to encapsulate everyone. “I can usually keep it out but people in this city are so–” She paused, searching for the right word. “Crazy,” she said finally. “And violent. The stuff I heard just walking up the street…” She shook her head. “Sometimes it breaks through. I can’t always help it. It’s different here than anywhere else I’ve ever been.”

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       “People,” he repeated. “Well, that’s super vague.” Alex waited as she searched for the word she was looking for the describe the people of Gotham. “What’s the worst thing you’ve heard today?” He asked curiously, leaning his head back and popping a couple pieces into his mouth before looking at the redhead once again. He hadn’t had a chance to speak to his brother yet, but his crush on Jean had always been pretty obvious and he wondered just for a second if it had gone anywhere before remembering that she could read his mind. 

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mindsovermetal​:

Twas thy night; when all through the manor were resting still. All the noise from hours prior linger on the walls, practically he tasted them all as he sat from his office, not grading papers as many tend to believe, the telepath goes always right before lights out to get in the headspace to be in multiply places at once - reading, creating stories out of the stars for his younger students whom still need a tuck in every now and then. And for his older students it is just a time to reflect, let it all out in the open with him just listening to them and letting them know they aren’t alone. Closed eyes. His palm of his thumb and the nub of his pointer finger pinching the ridge of his nose where glasses had sat, now reside on the top of his head. It was that conviction in the pinch of tight skin that sent out a psychic blast to those in the walls that were asleep to rid them of any nightmares, something he always did as he wanted them all to sleep well. 

Quiet. Eyes open, mild panic as always after, blinking whilst he peered around his office, eyes landed on a photo it was the last he had of Alex. It was when Scott came to them, the three of them out in the garden after the destruction of his favourite tree, Hank had taken it. He reach out, fingers clasping around the framing, bring it to his person, eyes taking in their smiling faces even if Scott had bandages around his eyes - his boys in happier times. When all of them were excited of their shared futures, navigating together. Just wishing that the Summers brothers had more time together, trembling two finger gently pressed over Alex as if he was able to bring him back to life and in an aspect he could, in illusions… or the backs of souls in Cerebro, all he had to do was return them to the body - had he been working on this since the death of Alex, some desperate attempt to spit in death’s face along with being able to bring all his loved ones back in theory. And he returned the framed photograph to his desk, next to his first class and the few other photos of his children, Warren, Jean, Sean and Angel. One of Mystique that had dust clung upon the top of the frame, he avoid that one the most. And he was to pull out his black leather journal which was always kept under lock and key at his desk, wanting to continue the theory on the likelihood of their demise. Flurry of left-handed scribes on the page…

                                                                     Suddenly, 

He froze in place, realising there was a stir in within the manor walls, paused and processed over the intruder’s mind, impossible. His perfectly fell in to the centre fold of his journal, muffled thud from noise being swallowed by the pages, staring unbelieved daggers in the direction of the doorway and statue like. The crack of marble when the spectre said one word, one simple greeting and he was flayed back to life, twitching of his eye. Trying to figure out if his mind was playing tricks upon him in the dwindling hours of the evening, telepathy hesitantly reached out for Alex’ mind and infiltrating it as so though there was warmth it was more like a picking of guitars strings in need of knowing if it is real or an elaborate illusion of his own creation. Not even aware of his own actions, Charles had gotten up at some point and was staring down at Alex in his personal space but not touching, merely hovering in place like a ghost. Realising so, he snapped out with a simple blink of his eyes. It was his boy. “My boy?” Rhetoric in nature, he asked more for himself to stop his telepathy from playing guitar with Alex’, quick it was to just engulf the boy’s mind in a blanket of warmth and love. Whilst his arms pulled Alex in for the first time in a long time in a proper hug, hands on on his shoulders as he held him in place. “Alex, it’s really you, isn’t it.” Still a twang of disbelief. 

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      Alex could tell with just one look that Charles was looking at a ghost. It was just as he had thought. He didn’t blame the older man for looking through him instead of at him though. How was he supposed to know this was real, that Alex was in fact standing in the doorway, flesh and blood just as the man who sat before him? His death had probably seemed so final. There way no body but what did they expect to find of him from the remains on an explosion? Feeling something brush his mind, he knew it was Charles and he let it happen willingly, putting up no fight. Alex wanted the Professor to know that it was him. Really him. Watching silently as the man stood, his eyes widened. How was it possible? It shouldn’t have been. His mind flooded with questions, needing answers. Instead of answers, he felt Charles pull him into a hug and he wrapped his arms around the older man. It had been so long since he had hugged anyone, especially someone he considered family. “Yeah, it’s me.” The mutant confirmed, nodding as he continued to cling to the man who was like a father to him.