Being trapped in a wheelchair made Charles feel claustrophobic. He'd taken to leaving his apartment as often as possible to feel some sense of freedom. It was hard for him to spend time in large crowds. Charles tended to stick around the apartment complexes or to make his way down the sidewalks to the park. He was lucky enough to have found a paved track through Loveless which allowed him to enjoy the beauty of the area without worrying about getting stranded without help.
The idea of being found stuck in his chair somewhere was humiliating enough in thought to have Charles never want to experience it in reality.
His gift forced him to listen to others when they were too loud. If their thoughts were quiet, he could tune them out. Charles had taken to mentally humming to avoid the worst of it. Distractions tended to keep it at bay or at least at a reasonable roar. Charles closed his eyes as he realized someone was having quite a time of it ahead of him. He thought on whether or not he should proceed ahead to them.
Going back to his apartment was a possibility. He didn't have to accept this young woman's problems as his own. Charles could avoid her, push her aside with distractions. No one could force him to involve himself in the lives of others. Drugs weren't the answer nor was drowning himself in alcohol, but Charles could avoid people. He could lock himself away, close down his mind, live a hermit's life.
He simply didn't want to---he wanted to live to become the man he had seen himself become in Logan's mind.
Wheeling himself forward, Charles remarked, "Faith is a wonderful thing to have. It's a great comfort in trying times. You're lucky if yours is intact. I often wish I believed. I think my life would be easier if I had faith to fall back on. My apologies if I'm disturbing you. I'm trying to get out of my apartment for a while. Possibly find someone to help out on a permanent basis around Copperstone. I'm Charles Xavier. Are you in the mood for company or too deep in your own thoughts to entertain another?"