[Charles didn't protest or shy away from the manhandling and dropped onto the couch with a thud, dropping his head into his hands, pressing the heels against his temples and trying to calm down and locate whatever the hell it was that was causing this. He couldn't sense anything in particular, just a general sense of wrong that settled over him
He looked up at Erik and tried to smile. It felt strained, but he did appreciate what he was doing and saying.]
I know. I'm sorry. [And a little wryly:] I suppose now I know what to expect if I ever find myself in another haunted house.
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He looked up at Erik and tried to smile. It felt strained, but he did appreciate what he was doing and saying.]
I know. I'm sorry. [And a little wryly:] I suppose now I know what to expect if I ever find myself in another haunted house.