While he is sure he feels Erik, he's also sure he's felt him a dozen times before back home in Westchester, and was wrong. It's hard to cope with someone who had become such an integral part of your life suddenly being gone. While he did have his other students' the loss of Erik and Raven had hit him hard. The loss of much of himself had happened that day, between them and the bullet. Between Erik and the coin. It was hard to process for the longest time because he had pushed it away-- turned off of the emotions in favor of trying to heal. In the hopes he could recover, things that never happened fully. Things still fresh in his mind as he arrived here and found himself aboard a ship which forced them together again; left him with Erik still jaded and Raven with amnesia for her own departure.
He doesn't reject him now, though he might have earlier in the month, having enough time to compose himself and get used to their new... habitat. He hated to fall in line with previous ideals, hated to call it captivity even if he could admit that it felt like that. Hated that he had been here so long and yet nothing had been done about their predicament. Hated being stuck anywhere-- he had people to care for back home, things he needed to do. Still, he knew by now that he needed to take things in stride.
"Come in." He chirps politely from his chair, he had been arranging things in his room now that he realized he had to be settled here for some time. Fortunately he was provided with a few more creature comforts from home; his better chair, some books, clothing-- all of which had been put away and out of sight. His chess set and scotch assembled much like it used to be on the table, looking untouched with the exception of a pawn shifted into place and a book left to the side of it. He had been, most likely, playing against himself. It wasn't often one would find someone as interested in the game as he was anyway-- besides without an opponent he could play without thought, allow himself the freedom from memories. "Erik?" He pauses to look him over, the absence of the helmet noted-- but not commented on. Not really, but the little flicker of a smile on his lips makes him a bit more transparent than he'd like.
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He doesn't reject him now, though he might have earlier in the month, having enough time to compose himself and get used to their new... habitat. He hated to fall in line with previous ideals, hated to call it captivity even if he could admit that it felt like that. Hated that he had been here so long and yet nothing had been done about their predicament. Hated being stuck anywhere-- he had people to care for back home, things he needed to do. Still, he knew by now that he needed to take things in stride.
"Come in." He chirps politely from his chair, he had been arranging things in his room now that he realized he had to be settled here for some time. Fortunately he was provided with a few more creature comforts from home; his better chair, some books, clothing-- all of which had been put away and out of sight. His chess set and scotch assembled much like it used to be on the table, looking untouched with the exception of a pawn shifted into place and a book left to the side of it. He had been, most likely, playing against himself. It wasn't often one would find someone as interested in the game as he was anyway-- besides without an opponent he could play without thought, allow himself the freedom from memories. "Erik?" He pauses to look him over, the absence of the helmet noted-- but not commented on. Not really, but the little flicker of a smile on his lips makes him a bit more transparent than he'd like.