Thrown. [So very, very thrown, and this was a new thing he'd have to come to terms with and accept. But for all that it could have left things irreparable between them, it hadn't. And Erik knows he's lucky, that most people would never know a friendship this deep. Twice in one day, Erik had harmed Charles, and here they were, talking regularly, playing chess, writing a god damned book together.
So he smiled - a little wryly, maybe, but still a smile, and nodded.]
I'll be fine. [He reached out, clapping Charles gently on the shoulder.] I'll leave you to your soup.
Spam;
So he smiled - a little wryly, maybe, but still a smile, and nodded.]
I'll be fine. [He reached out, clapping Charles gently on the shoulder.] I'll leave you to your soup.