At first, if only fleetingly, Erik is relieved to realise the problem is that Charles is furious. His mind being what it is, it had turned to thoughts of losing more of his kin—those he's found here—and braced for the worst news, for agony and immediately retaliation. And all of that in mere seconds. A mere moment of dreadful anticipation.
Instead, he follows Charles into the room, passes him after the threshold, turns to watch him close the door. Stands there lean in his flight suit. Physically he is tired, but he is also keyed up to hyper-vigilance by the tragedy that never was, at once bright-eyed and weary—and apparently staggered by this very fine strip Charles happens to have torn from him just now.
He stares. Jaw loose, lips parted just slightly.
Oh.
Gradually, his eyebrows lower, that familiar knot growing between them, but as yet he seems to have nothing to say.
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Instead, he follows Charles into the room, passes him after the threshold, turns to watch him close the door. Stands there lean in his flight suit. Physically he is tired, but he is also keyed up to hyper-vigilance by the tragedy that never was, at once bright-eyed and weary—and apparently staggered by this very fine strip Charles happens to have torn from him just now.
He stares. Jaw loose, lips parted just slightly.
Oh.
Gradually, his eyebrows lower, that familiar knot growing between them, but as yet he seems to have nothing to say.