[Charles watched and waited for a moment, he thought about calling him up, but instead decided to go down the ramp near the steps and approach him.
He took in the rather familiar sight in front of him, only because he remembered feeling the way Preston looked on more than one occasion. More than he really cared to admit, actually. His own mind had been exhausted lately, pushed beyond anything he'd ever tried. And while it gave him a renewed sense of accomplishment and pride, the same would not be said for someone without the ability to control it.]
Preston, I'm Charles Xavier. It's nice to finally meet you face to face. [Said sincerely and holding his hand out to the other man. His head tilted slightly to the side and he regarded him for a moment. Another very familiar twinge but this one wasn't coming from him.] Would you like a cigarette? [He wasn't much of a smoker himself, moreso when he'd resigned himself to being a shut in, than now. But he was from the seventies. Cigarettes were polite to have around. Though he was told these days it was a good way to offer to kill ones guests so he didn't offer them to everyone.]