As it neared midnight, a sigh fell past the professor's lips, a cold hand raising to clasp his forehead. The more he - guin

drank, the less he was able to focus on his powers. Thoughts began to pour into his mind, filling his own thoughts with - guin

other's. "Charles?" A voice spoke, tapping his shoulder to pull him back to reality. “Huh, yes?” It was obvious in the - guin

groggy tone of his voice that he had had to much to drink. "I think you should head home, bub." With a sharp nod of his - guin

head, the telepath stood up, stumbling ever so slightly as he made his way towards the door. He was drunk, however he was - guin

still capable of basic functions. Stepping outside, the crisp air greeted his face, blowing his hair slightly. - guin

Another sigh fell past pallid lips, this one of relief from the voices being cutoff. “I've /got/ to stop drinking.” He - guin

noted to himself, rubbing his temple. (guin)

Utter silence had hit the air for majority of his walk home, that was until guin's thoughts screamed at him. It was as if they -

we're magnified in his mind, sending a shocking pain down his body. Grunting softly, the professor squeezed his eyes shut - guin

tight, attempting to block out guin. It worked, but only for a few moments. There was something different about this one, she -

obviously wasn't like the others he had heard, guin was like him. A mutant. In all of his days, the telepath had only ran -

into a handful of mutants, this was his chance to stretch his reaches. “Hello?” He called out confidently to guin.

“I'm not here to hurt you.” Charles spoke softly, fully aware of the fear guin that was feeling at this moment. Holding his -

hands out innocently, he eyed guin with his crystal optics. “I want to help you. You're not alone.” Pulling one hand back to -

his body, he placed two fingers against his temple to dig deep into guin's mind. He wanted to understand her, he wanted to -

know why guin was so scared.

“Spangles, eh? What an.. intriguing name.” The professor shot a smile at Marie Malui, scratching at the back of his head.

“Captain America? The name doesn't ring a bell.” The professor's lean shoulders rolled into a shrug, crystal optics eyeing Marie Malui.