[Erik nods, tapping his fingers lightly against his upper arm in silence for a moment. Just before it risks stretching out too long, though, he turns and offers Charles a wry smile.]
But no kids. Ever. [Ever. He'd very much been soured on that idea, if it had ever existed in his mind.]
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But no kids. Ever. [Ever. He'd very much been soured on that idea, if it had ever existed in his mind.]