[He doesn't need Charles to speak, he doesn't need him to say anything out loud, because those thoughts are so clear to him, so obvious, that Erik jerks around to face him, walks over, all his movements sharp and angular. He grabs Charles by the shoulders, hard, not quite shaking him, but he feels like he's on the verge of it.]
This is not your fault, [he says, fingers digging in too hard.] None of it is your fault!
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This is not your fault, [he says, fingers digging in too hard.] None of it is your fault!