[Peanuts; and that was broadcast out, with Charles' fuzzy control. Erik felt himself go still, as if he stood outside himself and watched it happen. His throat tightened, his heart beat thundered in his ears, and for a moment he though, no, he'd heard - 'heard' - wrong. He must have.]
Charles, [he started, and it came out tight, nearly a croak. Words failed him, though, and after a moment - all he could manage was a sharp stare, and a sharper,] What?
Spam;
Charles, [he started, and it came out tight, nearly a croak. Words failed him, though, and after a moment - all he could manage was a sharp stare, and a sharper,] What?