[Charles can feel it happening before the wall they share starts to vibrate, and by the time he's on his feet and rushing for the door, things in his room are starting to rattle around too.
He pushes the door open and steps inside, watching things shake and shoot across the room for a second or two before turning to the one causing all of it, and he's almost not sure if he's forgetting to breathe, or just on the edge of hyperventilating.]
Erik- [He doesn't know what else to say, but takes a cautious half step into the room, the door slamming shut behind him without him touching it.
He feels helpless, and lost, has felt that way for days now, and it almost feels like he's drowning, between that and having the feeling echoed back to him from his friend, albeit different. Erik's helplessness was colored with rage to mask it, and Charles' was just. There. For anyone to look at or notice, and he should probably be recoiling from the anger, but instead, he pushes forward, prepared to duck if anything accidentally shot his way.
He leans down so they're at eye level and puts a hand on his shoulder, squeezing, projecting calm and comfort and security in all the ways that he couldn't while Erik had been in Zero, and tries to keep his voice steady.]
[Spam]
He pushes the door open and steps inside, watching things shake and shoot across the room for a second or two before turning to the one causing all of it, and he's almost not sure if he's forgetting to breathe, or just on the edge of hyperventilating.]
Erik- [He doesn't know what else to say, but takes a cautious half step into the room, the door slamming shut behind him without him touching it.
He feels helpless, and lost, has felt that way for days now, and it almost feels like he's drowning, between that and having the feeling echoed back to him from his friend, albeit different. Erik's helplessness was colored with rage to mask it, and Charles' was just. There. For anyone to look at or notice, and he should probably be recoiling from the anger, but instead, he pushes forward, prepared to duck if anything accidentally shot his way.
He leans down so they're at eye level and puts a hand on his shoulder, squeezing, projecting calm and comfort and security in all the ways that he couldn't while Erik had been in Zero, and tries to keep his voice steady.]
Erik, calm your mind.