[ in kind, he wasn't expecting to see her here at all. in fact, his response, as soon as he sees that familiar face is to practically choke on a mouthful of incredibly hot coffee. terribly graceful, Charles Xavier.
the good thing for Raven is that he has absolutely no recollection of her ever leaving his side. no recollection of Cuba. nothing regarding killing the president, or Trask, or any of that trainwreck they've left behind. he was taken from a far earlier time than she was, his own face still clean-shaven, hair cut short. ]
Raven. My god, how did you get here?
[ he barely even knows how he got here, but asking her seems like a good enough question. he wraps an arm around her, stands to hug her close. ]
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the good thing for Raven is that he has absolutely no recollection of her ever leaving his side. no recollection of Cuba. nothing regarding killing the president, or Trask, or any of that trainwreck they've left behind. he was taken from a far earlier time than she was, his own face still clean-shaven, hair cut short. ]
Raven. My god, how did you get here?
[ he barely even knows how he got here, but asking her seems like a good enough question. he wraps an arm around her, stands to hug her close. ]