[Hey, that's Charles' house. Sort of. I mean, he hasn't been there in like, forever, but he recognizes the room, and what are you doing there, strange Yale grad student named Erik. :|a
Clearly the best solution to this? Is prying. Telepathically. Gently at first, careful not to get caught as he sifts through memories, and he's still clicking on the communicator to talk, because srsly wtf.]
That's my parent's house. Why would your room here be there?
WE ARE THE BORG. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.
Clearly the best solution to this? Is prying. Telepathically. Gently at first, careful not to get caught as he sifts through memories, and he's still clicking on the communicator to talk, because srsly wtf.]
That's my parent's house. Why would your room here be there?