[Charles almost thought that would be it, wondering if he should try nudging him to say more or just leave it at that when Erik pulled the helmet off. The telepath froze, staring at him, completely caught off guard by the gesture and almost not sure how to react to it. He understood what a sign of trust this was, and while he was a nosy asshole, he really just wanted Erik to trust him again and help him get through this, this port and graduation in general. Despite everything that had happened, Erik was still his best friend and all he wanted was to help him.
He slowly brought his hand up to his temple, still watching him, and because Erik didn't protest or show any sign of changing his mind, he carefully reached out to touch his friend's mind.
Contact was much more cautious and gentle than he had ever been before, almost as though he was worried permission was going to be immediately revoked and really, really not wanting to ruin this.]
[Spam] that's next weekend bring your dune buggys and beer
He slowly brought his hand up to his temple, still watching him, and because Erik didn't protest or show any sign of changing his mind, he carefully reached out to touch his friend's mind.
Contact was much more cautious and gentle than he had ever been before, almost as though he was worried permission was going to be immediately revoked and really, really not wanting to ruin this.]