"I sometimes think about moving back," Bobby admitted, looking up from his homework.
Hank glanced up from his research. "Back... to the Mansion?"
"Yeah," the younger mutant nodded. "I've been thinking a lot about my last conversation with the Professor. And I don't know, maybe coming back for a semester as an X-Men might get me out of this rut."
"Do you feel you are in one, my friend?" Hank asked.
Bobby shrugged. "Sorta. I mean... maybe I'm just burnt out from school, but I feel like nothing has a point at the moment. Like... why study if I never get anywhere?"
Hank sighed and set his glasses down on the table in front of him. "You doubt yourself too much, Bobby. Indeed, I see many great results from your academic pursuits. But, if you wanted to take time off, I would not dissuade you. After all, I am selfishly thinking of myself."
Bobby smiled at him. "Thought you might."