[He pulled up short as Charles cut him off, already half turning to vent his frustration. But then came...that, and Erik paused, eying his friend - they were friends, then, there was a thought - uncertainly. Soldier boy serving soup to the poor? It seemed strange, and wasn't anything to laugh at. But Erik laughed, and shook his head.]
There's no gettin' out, Charles. This is it for me. [He wondered, if he looked hard enough at the other man, if Charles would catch his eye and understand. Know to drop it know, to get that there was more to him already, damn it.]
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There's no gettin' out, Charles. This is it for me. [He wondered, if he looked hard enough at the other man, if Charles would catch his eye and understand. Know to drop it know, to get that there was more to him already, damn it.]