[The day Charles couldn't find his point of serenity was a frightening one. Erik had been using him for an anchor for so long, now, and he knew that Charles had been doing the same with him. They leaned on each other, carried one another when necessary, and it had been more and more necessary of late.
Erik knew what Charles had gone through, with the Vanquish. It had threatened to drown him, walking into that, but he at least had years to learn how to bury it. How to cope. Charles wasn't there yet, and Erik often has it buried to deep to talk about.
But he can feel Charles in the room next door, can 'hear' the brush of his mind, and it only takes a moment to cross from his door and push Charles' open.]
What happened? [His hackles are up, he's protective, because it feels like there's so little left to protect.]
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Erik knew what Charles had gone through, with the Vanquish. It had threatened to drown him, walking into that, but he at least had years to learn how to bury it. How to cope. Charles wasn't there yet, and Erik often has it buried to deep to talk about.
But he can feel Charles in the room next door, can 'hear' the brush of his mind, and it only takes a moment to cross from his door and push Charles' open.]
What happened? [His hackles are up, he's protective, because it feels like there's so little left to protect.]