Erik Lensherr or Mageneto as he did prefer to be called alot of the time had come back to the manision, mainly due to Charles convincing him to. He hadn't really wanted to and was sure none of the students would trust him ever again. He sighed deeply and looked around his room. It felt strange to be back. Everything was the way he had left it as well.
He was surprised Charles had not changed a thing. That did bring a faint smile to his lips. "Oh Charles." he muttered to himself. He wondered if Charles had hoped for his return, he was sure he probably did.
Though upon being home he had noticed that Charles was exhausted and looked like he had been over doing it. He had told him countless times in the past to get some sleep and not overdo it, but Erik knew it was hard to stop him.
Erik tapped his foot bored. He knew that being back wasn't going to be easy. He hoped that Charles didnt expect things to be the same. He doubted things could ever be the same after what he did. He had to deal with the fact that he had made his friend paralyzed.
Sitting on his bed Erik sipped his drink. He wasn't intending to get drunk. But he had a stressful day and he wanted to relax. His eyes closed for a moment. Erik hoped that Charles was planning to get some sleep.
He knew he had a hard time convicing the younger mutant to get any sleep and not keep working. Though he knew that Charles wanted to finish what he was doing everytime, even if that took all night. He knew that Charles also had sometimes be known to take on too much.
It was a tough thing to run a school. Erik knew Charles had probably assumed he would help more and not just leave.
Getting up Erik goes to go see what Charles is up to. Even after all that happened between them, he did still worry about him . He knew there was alot for them to work out. He was mad with Charles and was sure Charles was mad with him too.
Walking into Charles's office, he sees the young man laying on the floor and the wheelchair just sitting there. He kneels down beside him. He figures that Charles must have collasped from exhaustion or something.
"Oh Charles you fool," he sighed.
He knows Charles had been pushing it. He really does hope that Charles isn't getting sick. He knows that Charles doesn't look so good. He can see the office is a bit of a mess and he cleans it up a bit and lifts up Charles and carries him to his bed, putting the wheelchair nearby the bed.
He was surprised Charles had not changed a thing. That did bring a faint smile to his lips. "Oh Charles." he muttered to himself. He wondered if Charles had hoped for his return, he was sure he probably did.
Though upon being home he had noticed that Charles was exhausted and looked like he had been over doing it. He had told him countless times in the past to get some sleep and not overdo it, but Erik knew it was hard to stop him.
Erik tapped his foot bored. He knew that being back wasn't going to be easy. He hoped that Charles didnt expect things to be the same. He doubted things could ever be the same after what he did. He had to deal with the fact that he had made his friend paralyzed.
Sitting on his bed Erik sipped his drink. He wasn't intending to get drunk. But he had a stressful day and he wanted to relax. His eyes closed for a moment. Erik hoped that Charles was planning to get some sleep.
He knew he had a hard time convicing the younger mutant to get any sleep and not keep working. Though he knew that Charles wanted to finish what he was doing everytime, even if that took all night. He knew that Charles also had sometimes be known to take on too much.
It was a tough thing to run a school. Erik knew Charles had probably assumed he would help more and not just leave.
Getting up Erik goes to go see what Charles is up to. Even after all that happened between them, he did still worry about him . He knew there was alot for them to work out. He was mad with Charles and was sure Charles was mad with him too.
Walking into Charles's office, he sees the young man laying on the floor and the wheelchair just sitting there. He kneels down beside him. He figures that Charles must have collasped from exhaustion or something.
"Oh Charles you fool," he sighed.
He knows Charles had been pushing it. He really does hope that Charles isn't getting sick. He knows that Charles doesn't look so good. He can see the office is a bit of a mess and he cleans it up a bit and lifts up Charles and carries him to his bed, putting the wheelchair nearby the bed.