Tails of Change [Revamping!]

17) How Embarrassing

[Author's Note:

X-Men Characters in this Chapter: Storm (Ororo), Professor X (Charles Xavier), Beast (Dr. Hank McCoy)

OC Characters in this Chapter: _____(Sorin)

*Italicized words are either German words or English words with a more Germanic spelling. Any words that are dissimilar to the English version (or a bit out of context) will have a translation appearing here:

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{3.29.2020} Revamped! New material!]

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"Are you feeling much more yourself then?" Ororo asked when he went to the kitchen seeking dinner.

"I am." Sorin had decided to eat early for two reasons. One: he still wasn't ready to risk proximity to Kurt. And two: he wanted to assist Ororo with dinner preparations. He appreciated the nourishment she thoughtfully left for him. It had made the heat easier, not having to venture out of his room. He vowed to assist her in her regular kitchen efforts when he could. At least once a week, he promised himself. Though he had to admit that wasn't always going to be possible.

When he asked if he could help prepare dinner, her smile felt like sunshine. She passed him an open cookbook and told him he could make the red chili for tonight's selection. Everything he needed was already on the counter. He went to work right away.

When it was on the stove, he asked if there was anything else he could do in the meantime.

"It will cook a while. You should go speak with the Professor."

"Is there something he wants to see me about?"

"I imagine so."

Sorin felt there was something she was intentionally not saying, and felt equally perturbed that the Professor always seemed to know things and seemed to speak through others.

"The pot..."

"I can tend to." That seemed to end any deliberation on the matter.

"Alright. I'll go see him."

On his way out Ororo called,

"It is good to see you well, Sorin."

"Thanks," he said as she returned to her food preparations.

He made his way to the Professor's office thinking this trek was going to become a regular event. He wouldn't mind so much if it didn't feel like he was being called to the principal's office.

"Sorin! Come in, come in. Close the door," the Professor said from his chair by the fireplace.

Sorin shut the heavy door and took a seat on the sofa on the opposite side of the coffee table.

"How are you feeling?"

Soring tensed. Did the Professor know about his heat? Had the Professor heard something with his mind-reading powers over the last four days that Sorin had been cooped up in his room?

"Better."

"Good, good." The Professor paused folding his hands in front of his face.

Sorin waited. That can't have been all, could it?

"Let me first apologize. This conversation may be uncomfortable and I apologize for that and for any sense of privacy that has been stepped on." The Professor's gaze never moved from observing Sorin, though his hands wrung together. "It seems you have an affliction, of which I assume developed with your mutation and that it is the reason you haven't left your room in a few days."