[This time, Charles didn't hesitate to leave Erik's side, immediately heading for the sink and washing the blood off his fingers and lip. He still felt off, but wiping away the physical evidence of the incident helped, and he glanced over at his friend with a more genuine smile.]
Much better. Here's hoping that was just a fluke. [He went to dry his hands off, glancing around the bathroom curiously, almost casually, like nothing had happened and he was just admiring the wallpaper until-
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Much better. Here's hoping that was just a fluke. [He went to dry his hands off, glancing around the bathroom curiously, almost casually, like nothing had happened and he was just admiring the wallpaper until-
There was blood on the wall. A lot of it.]