Institute, early evening, attn Hank
Ororo was worried. She knew that everyone was still reeling from the kidnappings, and things were slowly (painfully slowly) starting to get back on an even keel. At least, people were trying to pretend that things were going back to normal. Which might or might not be a bad thing. Someone would have to ask Adalaide, but Ororo tended to see it as good because the familiar routine couldn't be bad.
But some were handling it worse than others. Ororo hadn't seen Hank in days. Certainly, there were times when they didn't see much of one another besides passing in the hall or the kitchen, but not seeing him for days on end told her that he was cloistering himself. A sensible, logical part of her kept telling her that she needed to just let him handle what he was going through on his own, and that part had won out until now. Now it was the concerned friend who was going to check on him. And maybe she should have let the concerned friend win sooner.