It'd been a long day again. All this civil war nonsense made all the business he was here for a giant headache. He hoped his side of the pond wouldn't decide to follow this sort of lawmaking. Really, bloody ridiculous is what it all was.
But that didn't explain what he was doing at this pub. Granted, Pete Wisdom at an establishment with alcohol wasn't weird in any way. But there was no real reason he had to come to this one, with it being so close to Xavier's mutant school with their odd tendency for colourful spandex.
He had a hard time admitting it to anyone, even himself, but since showing up in America there had been nothing but thoughts someone who'd been occupying his mind. He shouldn't be thinking of her, she'd left, she had every right to, there was no reason she should've stayed with an old foggy like him at all and why she'd stuck around as long as she had was always a mystery. He was a git, he didn't hide that, and she had always been...too good for him, the woman who could keep up, put up with his bad habits, his prickly ways, and give as good as she got. Fuck, fine, even he could say that she somehow managed to mean more than any other woman he'd been with. And even all the guilt about how she was wasting part of her youth with him didn't take that away. Maybe he'd never gotten over her, okay, no real maybe, but it didn't mean he had to come to this pub near the school she worked in some far fetched unconscious hope that he might see her again.
Which is why, when he first sits down at the bar, seeing her out of the corner of his eye had been...a shock to say the least. But years of being a spook meant he didn't show it, and just collected himself and put on the same easy smirk he was known for.
"Whatever passes for whiskey at this place will do," comes the familiar voice in response to her order. "Didn't expect to run into you here Pryde." Lies, part of him probably wished it if anything. It'd been so long since he'd last seen her and she looked, sadder yes, but just as he'd last seen her.