"My imagination," Sean announced, "is fucking amazing!" A fact with which no one who knew him for any time at all would tend to argue.
Burst of enthusiasm curbed once again, he glanced over at her still smiling, the slightest bit apologetic. "I guess I should warn you, though. I mean, you're smart enough you'd probably figure it anyway but..." He trailed off into a pause, brow furrowed. "I don't know, just watching people around here sometimes-- It's like alternate realities and stuff in science fiction. It's hard to know what to expect, you know?" He rubbed at his nose again, tugged at his lip a bit. "Like, I showed up and people I remember being with just minutes ago were here and they knew me and everything but they didn't know all of the things that I knew. Like some really important things happened between where their memories just cut off and where I blinked and ended up here. It was kind of weird, like filling people in on their own lives." It's crossed Sean's mind, the fact that there are mutants here who might know or not know things to much larger degrees but, well, he hasn't been intoxicated enough since his arrival for his brain to really extrapolate upon that the way that it eventually will. Mostly, at this points, these thoughts have existed as his own degree of worry. Like what if someone extremely important to him showed up and their memories just didn't mesh.
"So," he tried again, "I'm going to stop babbling and just-- Like, I don't know what you expect when you think of Xavier but there's always that chance it'll be different from what you get?" That all sounded so much worse actually being said than being thought, he realized, and he wasn't even sure why he felt like he needed to ramble out warnings based upon his own insecurities about this place but, well, there was that anyway. He cleared his throat. "Anyway, he's still totally cool. He's like, I don't know, kind of a dad? To me, anyway. I think he's more like Raven's brother, which makes the whole family dynamic thing really weird because she's kind of like my sister, too. And then there's-- Uh. Yeah, then there's Erik. He's kind of scary. Like that parent who throws you off a pier to teach you how to swim." Well, more or less. It sounds less violent than 'throws you off a satellite to teach you how to fly.' Technically, Sean has now survived both such encounters with two very different men. "And now I'll stop babbling for real." The End.