Charles offered a kind smile. "As I hope it always will. Even with the political scene being what it may, I think we will find more opportunities to create a safe have for mutants across the globe... Given time and patience."
Patience was the thing that often ran short with people. And who was he to blame them? It was difficult, and immediate change was desired, but not the reality. Being confined to a chair had been more than enough to polish Charles patience. For those like Pietro... well. Some virtues were more difficult than others.
I think he is here on his own. But I'm not sure why. He didn't even glance at his two staff members as they came to meet as well as he sent the mental message. He's still a... mercurial individual, but I do not currently sense any hostilities. And they both knew Magneto was on the move. These two in particular he kept informed of many things he traced through cerebro.
"Pietro, you have met Bobby before, and the gentleman over there, Peter." He decided not to mention that often they had met under much less favoring circumstances. "So, what brings you to the Xavier Institute this day? And if you are hungry I can see to some arrangement with the cafeteria."