[He caught the nod from Alex, and glanced at him, only briefly. It's - not better than he expected, not really, not with Charles hurt. But he knows what this must feel like for Alex, knows that this is where he should have been on the beach.
Pursing his lips slightly, Erik pushes that away, and tries to concentrate.]
There's iron in your blood, [he points out, and turns his hand, palm up and fingers curling slightly. The gestures aren't really necessary, he's fairly positive of that - but they help him focus. He thought it was only big things that were difficult, but it's the miniscule, too; he doesn't know how to control so much at that size, but it's worth trying, if it means keeping the blood from flowing.
He flicks a glance at Alex, look clear: keep him talking, because right now, he can't spare much for conversation.]
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Pursing his lips slightly, Erik pushes that away, and tries to concentrate.]
There's iron in your blood, [he points out, and turns his hand, palm up and fingers curling slightly. The gestures aren't really necessary, he's fairly positive of that - but they help him focus. He thought it was only big things that were difficult, but it's the miniscule, too; he doesn't know how to control so much at that size, but it's worth trying, if it means keeping the blood from flowing.
He flicks a glance at Alex, look clear: keep him talking, because right now, he can't spare much for conversation.]