It was with some measure of self-consciousness that Charles entered the coffee shop. He'd had weeks to become reacquainted with the loss of his legs, to adjust to the use of his chair, but he'd spent the better part of a year hiding behind Hank's serum. It was a rather jarring change, the return of the voices and the return of his old injury, which he'd spent a great deal of time denying.
"Erik," he greeted, eyeing the chess board with a measure of skepticism.
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"Erik," he greeted, eyeing the chess board with a measure of skepticism.