He admits after a moment his eyes drifting open before he shifts, reaching a hand over for his shirt. His lips quirk slightly, he's always known there's no physical cause for his ailment. It was supposedly the revenge of the dead, the souls of those reaped attacking his body.
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He admits after a moment his eyes drifting open before he shifts, reaching a hand over for his shirt. His lips quirk slightly, he's always known there's no physical cause for his ailment. It was supposedly the revenge of the dead, the souls of those reaped attacking his body.
"May I put my shirt back on, Doctor Xavier?"