[Charles smiles, trying to be friendly, and it's practically like finding Raven in the kitchen again. He'd been alone almost his whole life, now, and suddenly finding other kids in his house was pretty much the greatest thing that had ever happened to him, in some ways.] Hello. [He can tell he's afraid, terrified, even, and he wants to let him know that it's okay, he doesn't have to be. He's very afraid of a man - a doctor? - and from what he can tell, he has every reason to be, but Charles isn't particularly concerned. He can make adults leave and forget why they'd even come upstairs in the first place, and he's got no reason to believe he won't be able to do the same thing to this person.
He offers the other boy his hand to shake and falls back on the admittedly not very extensive German his father had taught him back when the war had started.]
Ich heisse Charles Xavier. [And that is the extent of his German, unless you want him to count to five or tell you what a cat is.] What are you doing in my house?
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He offers the other boy his hand to shake and falls back on the admittedly not very extensive German his father had taught him back when the war had started.]
Ich heisse Charles Xavier. [And that is the extent of his German, unless you want him to count to five or tell you what a cat is.] What are you doing in my house?