A kind of reunion (closed to Raven)
Just as he'd told Remy, Charles hadn't attempted to find Raven, to see how she was; he hadn't reached out. After all, he wanted to keep his word, to respect her, to no longer try to control her (though he still wasn't sure that was it - control? Or guidance?).
On this day, though, on the way back from visiting Jack at the museum, he saw her. Raven. For a moment, he couldn't speak, didn't dare. If she were to snub him or to turn away, he didn't suppose he'd blame her, but it would hurt tremendously. His chair stopped its forward movement as he watched her, waiting to see if she'd see him.
On this day, though, on the way back from visiting Jack at the museum, he saw her. Raven. For a moment, he couldn't speak, didn't dare. If she were to snub him or to turn away, he didn't suppose he'd blame her, but it would hurt tremendously. His chair stopped its forward movement as he watched her, waiting to see if she'd see him.