Xaviers!

Carlos sat down at lunch, picking through some sort of plate full of pasta, somewhat dubiously.

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"Stab that piece some more, I think it's still alive," Trev chuckled sitting down across from his roommate.

"Hrm? Oh, heya Trev,' Carlos chuckled. "What's new?"

"Same shit different day, man. What about you?"

"I know what you mean. It's worse when you wake up every three hours with a splitting headache, you know?"

"I'm not sleep screaming on you or something am I?" he joked, but looked a bit concerned still. "I sleep like the dead so I've never really noticed you getting up, man."

"No, no, you've been fine. Just the aftermath of a head injury, I'm afraid. Someone decided to grind my face into pulp."

"I read the debriefing. Sounded like a hell of a fight." Trev frowned, tucking into a salad for a change.

"More surprising to find two of our teammates there, if you ask me. Suspicious."

"Raises some questions at least...but I mean. We've got a bunch of telepaths here...I'm sure we'd be able to tell if they weren't really on our side. Right?" Trev asked, munching on his salad thoughtfully.

"Eh, I don't know how all that crazy mind stuff works, you know? I just go by what I can see."

"I hear you. Telepaths freak me out. Totally unprepared for mutant-powered dating," Trev joked.

"And, of course, if you find yourself attracted to a telepath, how do you know that's coming from you?"

Trev stopped chewing, a look of concern on his face. "Man, you're totally right. And. And what if they know that you have a thing for them. Or worse have had fantasies about them. God damnit. I need to pay more attention in those psychic defense training modules."

"Soul of ice, my friend. Find a calm, cool center, and you can be in control of your thoughts."

"The only cool center I can find is the filling of an ice cream sandwich," Trev joked.

"Well, then, look forward to having your brain rummaged through by our classmates," Carlos joked.

Trev chuckled, though there was a bit of concern in his eyes still. "My only defense will be Monty Python sketches running repeatedly through my mind."

"You sure you ever actually watched Monty Python?" Carlos said, trying to suppress a grin.

"Point taken," Trev laughed.