[It's one thing to know logically, to be told over and over, and to steel yourself for the fact that every once in a while things are going to happen that seem to have no purpose but to turn your life upside down for a while. It's something else entirely to have it happen to you. Frankly, Alex would've much preferred to be shrunk, but that instead he got second mutant puberty.]
[Which was fine - he'd be fine with it - but for the first couple of days after the breach he didn't want to talk to anybody, definitely not Charles. He had the feeling, which didn't sit completely well with him and which wouldn't leave him alone, that, despite everything that he'd done in that alternate life that had never actually existed, Charles had been very much wrong. On the other hand, he'd risked everything to protect him, despite what he'd done. Not that far removed from reality, but way more public than Alex blowing up mannequins in a bunker in the country.]
[There's also the fact that the idea of Charles actually being his father, taking care of him that explicitly is freaking him out a little bit. Even if it kind of makes sense, he doesn't know what to do with it, so he's just. Not thinking about it.]
[When he does answer, it's text, which if he were thinking for two seconds he'd know will probably make Charles helicopter more, but details.]
private; f-forward dated like a day or two sob B'(
[Which was fine - he'd be fine with it - but for the first couple of days after the breach he didn't want to talk to anybody, definitely not Charles. He had the feeling, which didn't sit completely well with him and which wouldn't leave him alone, that, despite everything that he'd done in that alternate life that had never actually existed, Charles had been very much wrong. On the other hand, he'd risked everything to protect him, despite what he'd done. Not that far removed from reality, but way more public than Alex blowing up mannequins in a bunker in the country.]
[There's also the fact that the idea of Charles actually being his father, taking care of him that explicitly is freaking him out a little bit. Even if it kind of makes sense, he doesn't know what to do with it, so he's just. Not thinking about it.]
[When he does answer, it's text, which if he were thinking for two seconds he'd know will probably make Charles helicopter more, but details.]
Don't worry about me. I'm fine.