Erik halts in the doorway, eyes moving over Charles - who, alone, wouldn't be reason to pause, but his nervous stature is unsettling to say the least - the hanukkiah, the candles, and the smell of fried potatoes. For a long moment he says nothing; even his mind is a blank, a long pause between seeing and understanding.
When it passes, he finally closes the door slowly behind him, a frown pulling at the corners of his mouth, the space between his eyes.]
Did you cook? [There is wariness in his voice. Why did he cook.]
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Erik halts in the doorway, eyes moving over Charles - who, alone, wouldn't be reason to pause, but his nervous stature is unsettling to say the least - the hanukkiah, the candles, and the smell of fried potatoes. For a long moment he says nothing; even his mind is a blank, a long pause between seeing and understanding.
When it passes, he finally closes the door slowly behind him, a frown pulling at the corners of his mouth, the space between his eyes.]
Did you cook? [There is wariness in his voice. Why did he cook.]