[ charles doesn't sleep well at the best of times. hank's serum does its work, but it can't do anything about charles himself, and the struggle of recent days has left him on thin ice, emotionally speaking. he misses raven and he misses the school and his heart feels torn apart by wild dogs when he thinks about the pain and suffering of his people, scattered and divided without a banner to unite under, hunted down and cut into pieces by the very government sworn to protect him.
are they not citizens of the united states, the same as anyone else? it's no wonder he can't sleep.
even on the rare occasions when he makes it to sleep, he doesn't stay that way. this time it's the thump from the next room that startles him into waking. charles seriously contemplates lying there, maybe fishing for the joint that he keeps by his bedside table, or the whiskey bottle. but the traveling he's been doing has stirred some of his old instincts, and he hefts himself up out of bed, shrugging on a robe and padding from his own room, silently letting himself into logan's.
he sits on the edge of his bed, setting his hand on logan's shoulder to shake him awake. ]
please don't stab him like rogue
are they not citizens of the united states, the same as anyone else? it's no wonder he can't sleep.
even on the rare occasions when he makes it to sleep, he doesn't stay that way. this time it's the thump from the next room that startles him into waking. charles seriously contemplates lying there, maybe fishing for the joint that he keeps by his bedside table, or the whiskey bottle. but the traveling he's been doing has stirred some of his old instincts, and he hefts himself up out of bed, shrugging on a robe and padding from his own room, silently letting himself into logan's.
he sits on the edge of his bed, setting his hand on logan's shoulder to shake him awake. ]
Hey.