"I think," he says, separating and speaking in a weary, clipped tone as he meets the other man's gaze, "you had better come in first."
His hand is shaking as he closes the door after Erik, before turning towards him again. "I went to investigate the fog." It's said quietly. But not quiet scared, or quiet sad, but quiet livid, and he holds that still shaking hand up before Erik can mount his own protest.
"Do you have any idea what's in there? Because I do. And it's much, much worse than what most people believe it to be. And you lied to me by omission and—and the sheer danger. Erik, how could you?"
There's a weird creak in his voice that is threatening to spill into something else, but he presses his lips together until he's sure of himself once more. Instead he simply looks at him in fury —and fear. There is a lot of fear there right now, although it's not fear of him. It's the other sort.
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His hand is shaking as he closes the door after Erik, before turning towards him again. "I went to investigate the fog." It's said quietly. But not quiet scared, or quiet sad, but quiet livid, and he holds that still shaking hand up before Erik can mount his own protest.
"Do you have any idea what's in there? Because I do. And it's much, much worse than what most people believe it to be. And you lied to me by omission and—and the sheer danger. Erik, how could you?"
There's a weird creak in his voice that is threatening to spill into something else, but he presses his lips together until he's sure of himself once more. Instead he simply looks at him in fury —and fear. There is a lot of fear there right now, although it's not fear of him. It's the other sort.