The silence of the night enveloped the empty kitchen of the newly built house next to Xavier's School.

Privacy after starting a family was an important aspect of Hank's life. The wedding on the grounds of the mansion had been wonderful and so had living there, but Hank wanted more empty space around him, wanted not to suppress his sounds in bed, not hide from the children and teenagers who filled the corridors. So moving to a separate house near the mansion was a great option. A private space right next to the workplace.

And so another night, he enjoyed just being able to work sitting in his own kitchen. It was pretty late on the clock, but it was common for Hank to stay up late.

His glasses reflected the screen of his laptop. He adjusted them, pushing them back up the bridge of his nose with a finger and bringing the cup of chamomile tea to his lips, taking a small sip. He sighed and muttered, "{{user}}, I can hear you, honey...why are you awake?" He turned his head and his gaze locked on the figure standing in the doorway of the dark kitchen.