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Charles is trying to relax but the list of possible mutants to find and all the changes that the house will need. It helps that he's known and won't get too many questions that he can't smooth away from the local workers.

Entering the Bar in his chair instead of his study is unexpected but his navigating is more confident as he heads to the fireplace. When a rat comes by he orders some Scotch as he pulls out his worn copy of The Once and Future King from beside his thigh. The myriad of thoughts around him is comforting and a nice change from home.

(OOC: Charles is listening passively to thoughts around him, please provide them in narration or a reason why he couldn't hear them. Thank you.)

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Sinric comes down to fetch a few things. His thoughts are roiling - angry, tense with an edge of fear he's trying very hard to under control.

He spots Charles and give him a small nod of greeting.

The feel of a familiar mind makes Charles smile though Sinric's anger and fear is worrying. At the nod, he gestures to Sinric to join him, "Hello."

"Hello Charles." He fetches a plate of sandwiches and comes to perch by Charles. There's something flightly about how posture and thoughts. "How are things with you? It has been some time."

"They're going fairly well. What about you? Are you in a good place?" He knows that search is a constant one for Sinric.

There are a series of images that flash across his mind.

An India street, people dancing to to the joyous music being played.
Hands at his throat, choking him roughly.
A tavern in the dusk, the companionship of other musicians.
Dancing in the dark by the bonfire on the beach.
A knife at his throat, blood dripping down his neck.

"I... don't know." He answers honestly.

Charles closes his eyes and then opens them to give a concerned look at Sinric, "I'm sorry, life can be full of awful adventures."

"It is. But it's not all bad. And I'm ready to go back now. I just came down to fetch a few last things to pack."

"What are you going back to?" The thoughts didn't present a clear sense of what Sinric is doing now.

Sinric looks to the door, his mind cast to the view of Constantinople from the harbour. "A journey to where I began, but not by the path I left. I'm going back to my master's city, to say goodbye to the past before I move on."

"I'm glad that you're able to close that circle. Where will you go from there?"

He shrugs. "I don't know. It's too early for me to go north. Perhaps I will go went, to Rome and Greece. There is still much of the old Empire to be seen there. Perhaps Frankia? I have heard much of the power rising there."

"Too early, do you say that because of something you've learned here?"

He nods, "Another circle to close. I'm to find people I know and love here and give them the tools to find each other."

The images in his mind are an abstract of lines and shapes - a lark, a raven and a dove, bound together in a circle.

"Ah, I hope that you can find a way to make that work. Timelines are confusing."

He nods, confident in himself on this point at least. "It is fated. And a debt I will replay. They found me here, gave me hope for the future at a dark time. In exchange I will bring them together."

The lines of the abstract, now a tattoo on warm flesh, loving and tangible, seem very clear in Sinric's mind. This lines are who he is and who he will be.

That certainty is heartening and rare, "I'm glad that you have them and a plan."

He nods and smiles, a slightly sad smile. So much time and ground to cover before he can be with them in their own world and time.

He shakes off the thought. "But what of you? What does the world bring you at the moment?"

"Work, finding ways to find and help mutants and planning what my house needs to better suit them and me,"

The list seems to be always growing and he wonders if he's up to it all.

"That sounds like quite an undertaking? Do you have help to do it?"

His mind flashes to a pleasant day in his childhood spent watching the master craftsmen of the city laying a new section of mosaic floor.

Charles shifts in his chair as he picks up something to eat, "Yes, I do. Not everyone that I was hoping for but I'm not alone."

Sinric nods sadly. There's clearly someone in Charles' life who isn't there when Charles needs him.

"As long as you have people with you. People who can help."

"I do, we're all finding the best ways to help and move forward."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" He asks - earnest but aware that he's not physically very helpful when it comes to building or fixing things.

(OOC: Sorry for the delay, I've been attending a local film festival.)

"I don't know but thank you for the offer. So much of it involves making connections and construction, work that I have to help make happen."

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"You have the well, Charles. That is a powerful force in itself." Sinric assures, touching his arm very softly.

{ooc: not a worry, I'm having quite a slowtime week myself.}

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"It can be and I know where I wish to get. I've met others from possible timelines and they give me hope that I can get there," He smiles at the touch, he misses the small intimacies of living with Raven and Eric.

"I've very glad that they're were able to help, to give you hope. As you said, such things can be... difficult."

"They were, that's not always the case with those from alternate timelines. They're always complicated,"

There are times he wished he could have not been part of some conversations due to learning more than he ever wanted to know.

Sinric squeezes his arm again, very softly. "Not all paths lead to the same place. That doesn't mean the journey isn't worth travelling."

"No, I'm not giving up on that journey, only aware of the many pitfalls in it."

"Very wise." Sinric smiles, nodding softly. His fingers move down to entwine with Charles'.

Charles looks down at Sinric's fingers and gives a small squeeze before removing his hand and having something to eat. While he appreciates what Sinric is doing and the power of physical comfort, it still brings up complicated memories of Erik, "I try to be, but I don't know if I am."

Sinric withdraws his hand, sensing Charles' reluctance to accept that sort of comfort.

"None of us do. All we can do is the best we can with what we have."

"Yes and make sure that's enough."

Sinric nods. "I should leave you to your book." He smiles, "It was good to see you again, Charles."

"And you as well, Sinric. I"m sorry that I'm not very good company."

Sinric smiles softly and shakes his head. "Nor am I today. Perhaps another time we will both be in a better place."

"I hope so," He knows it will do him good to be around more people, but the inside of his head is still a mess.

And Sinric's own turmoil won't be of much help with that. Sinric offers him a gentle squeeze of the shoulder and heads off towards the library.

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