Thread: Postman and Professor X Who: David de Souza and Charles Xavier When: Friday, March 14, evening Where: Xavier's office What: David's underlying compulsion to be helpful can only be appeased for so long, especially before a Climactic Showdown.
It wasn't that he thought he could do anything -- not really, anyway. David might be the guidance councellor here, auspiciously charged with the mental wellbeing of staff and students alike, but Charles Xavier was the heart and soul of the Institute. That wasn't a position someone could occupy and be untouched by the emotions around them, which was both a strength and a weakness. Especially now, when the air was filled with tension and chaos and nerves, enough that a man with no psychic ability could percieve them as clearly as anything else in the mansion. Charles was the cornerstone here, making the decisions no one wanted to make while keeping each person feeling like everything would be all right. Personal experience, if not nearly this vast, was enough to let David know how hard that really was, however calm someone appeared. It weighed on a person, all the more so because by its very nature it had to be kept locked away, and wasn't something David could just walk in and fix with a rhetorical question or two.
Which didn't mean he wasn't going to try.
Shifting the tray he was holding to balance awkwardly on the fingertips of his left hand, David knocked on the door to Xavier's office. A plate of blueberry pie clicked against the edge of the tray, but managed not to tumble onto the floor, or knock over the neighboring glass.