“A walk?” I asked almost in amusement. “I’d love to take a walk.”
Hank took his hand and lead him down a path. “Do you take many walks?”
“Not since I was little with my mum, but this is very nice.”
“Fresh air usually helps me when I’m having a hard time. When I was at Harvard, even in mid winter, I would walk the grounds. Sometimes all night.”
“How did you get to come by at Xavier’s?”
Hank shrugged. “I was in the CIA…and lets just say that they were using my abilities in a way that I found unacceptable. They disagreed with my objections and I started looking for new work. Charles runs in the same academic circles as I do, and I’d heard about his school. I emailed him to acquaint myself, and he began telling me things I’d never spoke to anyone about. He promised me a lab and safe place to work—so here I am.”
“I’m sorry they started to use you.”
