With a small sniff, Charles finally looks away and towards the kitchen.

"I need a drink of water." That's what, apparently. See? Thirsty. Nothing to do with this whatsoever.

Both his fists are clenched and his shoulders look incredibly tense, every part of him, in fact, feels tense. But that's besides the point. Or the fact that, when he finally enters the room, he leans heavily against the counter on both arms, head hanging down, where he hopes Erik can't see him.