[Something does - a stapler - but it averts course on its own, jerking unnaturally and without much regard to physics in the other direction, slamming into a wall and springing open. For a long moment Erik doesn't answer, but he does, finally, turn to look at Charles. His face is red, angry, wrathful. A moment later, he stands abruptly, grabbing the back of his chair and hurling it away from himself.]
[Spam]
Calm? How am I supposed to stay calm?