Roland released a sigh he didn't know he was holding in. Each time he made he was here he worried at what he may, or may not, find. One day Alexi might now show up, taken in, caught, by people like his parents. This mutant should hate him, all the others did, and he didn't blame them. He had attended events put on by his parents, played the part of dutiful son. As far as anyone else knew he was the same as them. When he could avoid going he did, but if he refused he'd have nowhere to go, he'd be branded a mutant sympathizer, welcome on neither sides because of who he was as well as who he no longer was.

"It's getting worse, you know. Father has been having these secret meetings, he hasn't even let come, but I've seen powerful men coming to them." This was his biggest fear, that soon he'd have to make a choice. Of course he knew what he'd choose, but that didn't make it any easier. They were still his parents, his family. Roland rested his forehead against his, closing his eyes and letting out a soft sigh. He didn't want to talk about any of it, his parents, their difference, he wanted to ignore all of it for a short time. He laced his free hand through his, giving a gentle squeeze.