[Charles resisted at first, if only because he was still stunned and not really sure his legs actually wanted to function, properly, but that irrational spike of fear made him move to help Erik pull him up, grabbing onto his friend and not letting go until he was sure he wasn't about to wind up right back on the floor.]
I don't know. It was like someone- something was projecting at me, but I don't know what. And I can't quite sense it now. [He tried, forcing himself to calm down and carefully expand his gift, but he could still just feel the other people who'd come here with them and that same distant, quiet, almost unnoticeable sense of wrong that he couldn't quite touch or pin down or even really explain.
He gave up, pulling himself back with a sigh.]
Do you think there's a bathroom nearby? I should probably... [He trailed off, gesturing at his face, trying to force a smile and winding up with a sort of wan imitation of one.] I'm not sure wandering around with blood on my face is really the message I want to be sending people.
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I don't know. It was like someone- something was projecting at me, but I don't know what. And I can't quite sense it now. [He tried, forcing himself to calm down and carefully expand his gift, but he could still just feel the other people who'd come here with them and that same distant, quiet, almost unnoticeable sense of wrong that he couldn't quite touch or pin down or even really explain.
He gave up, pulling himself back with a sigh.]
Do you think there's a bathroom nearby? I should probably... [He trailed off, gesturing at his face, trying to force a smile and winding up with a sort of wan imitation of one.] I'm not sure wandering around with blood on my face is really the message I want to be sending people.