"I wouldn't want to either. I'm okay with telling you. Happy might not be the right word for some of it but I'll tell you." Alex accepted the beer with a little nod of thanks.
"He did, you had an argument with him about that. We couldn't do anything to help you. Then Moira tried to help..." He didn't want to be the one to tell Charles what happened with this. He looked a little awkward and shifted, like he was being told off, which was something that had happened a few times for him. He'd watched Erik try and choke Moira before trying to help her and more importantly help Charles he'd been thrown backwards by someone he'd actually grown to tolerate, which was high praise from him.
"After that Erik left, Raven left, Angel left. Moira had to go back. It was just Hank, Sean and me with you." Alex missed those days when they were around the mansion. When he could just lay in the grass with Sean.