[Charles hadn't needed his communicator to see what was going on. He'd been keeping a telepathic ear out for his friend - and for most of the people he cared about - the entire time they had been here, and Erik's distress was as obvious to him as it had been on the night he'd almost drowned himself trying to lift a submarine out of the ocean.
So he tore down the hall, down the stairs, distantly almost impressed that he hadn't tripped over his own feet and ran out the door after his friend.]
Erik, stop! [He almost hesitates by the door, just like he'd done at the CIA facility when Erik had almost left, but this is more desperate, because the idiot wasn't wearing a jacket and there's no where to run to, he knew, he'd been outside before the snow had started falling even harder, and he was already shivering as he waded through the snow after Erik, despite the fact that he was wearing a sweater and shirt under his jacket.]
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So he tore down the hall, down the stairs, distantly almost impressed that he hadn't tripped over his own feet and ran out the door after his friend.]
Erik, stop! [He almost hesitates by the door, just like he'd done at the CIA facility when Erik had almost left, but this is more desperate, because the idiot wasn't wearing a jacket and there's no where to run to, he knew, he'd been outside before the snow had started falling even harder, and he was already shivering as he waded through the snow after Erik, despite the fact that he was wearing a sweater and shirt under his jacket.]
Where are you going?