Warren's life had not been the easiest thing in the world to have recently, and his powers being back (in a sense) were far from the worst of it. It was everything else, really, that had been getting in the way and messing with him and, in fact, keeping him from the school much of the time. Worthington, Inc. had taken a huge hit from what had happened, understandably, and his parents had been in meetings nonstop both to try and save their stocks from plummeting, and to try and avoid laying off thousands of people as various factories closed around the world. There was the press as well, trying to juggle it and deal with it and avoid it all at the same time. The recent discovery of how the Brotherhood had infiltrated, which he wasn't even allowed to talk about until arrests had been made. Then there was Rogue in his head, trying to share his mind with her and finding that the link was there even when he was halfway across the world. And the fact that Rogue herself was dealing with Nate -- or, rather, Nate's powers, which she was completely unsuited for and thus were driving her a bit insane. And in turn driving Warren a bit insane. He'd taken to using anti-anxiety medications to get through the worst of it, but it still had him tense almost all the time.

He was just coming back from another trip, but had opted not to take the waiting car back to the school. Instead, he'd flown. Having his wings back was possibly the only good thing that came from all of this, even if they weren't really the wings he'd once had. Before, they'd been pure white feathers, soft as clouds. Now they were cold metal, adamantium to be precise, razor sharp at the edges and holding lots of dangerous things like blades and darts. His skin had changed as well -- now if he wasn't wearing an image inducer (which he was at the moment!), it was a striking blue shade. And he had healing blood? It was all too strange for words, but he could fly again, and that was what was important. Even if his parents disliked him making a spectacle of it by doing things like flying from an airport to his school.

But whatever, it wasn't as though people could really see him from that high up anyway. Once he got closer to the ground was another matter though, especially when he was out in the sun where the lights would shine off of the metal brightly. He was swooping down in the back, dropping easily even as he noticed someone else was out there. And hey, someone he knew. And...probably should have been in better touch with, not that he'd really been keeping in touch with many people recently. He smiled some from the other side of the pool. "Hey. What're you doing?"