( Did he conjure him up out of a nightmare? No. No, because of course Erik is here. Charles' gaze flicks wildly from Erik's face to the scar on his throat, not quite obscured by the hideous jumpsuit they're both wearing. When did he get it? Was it there before? Why does he care as much as he does?
Anger is familiar, but even so it makes him sway on his feet. It's so strong, too strong.
( And yet, it's nothing compared to the ridiculous relief he feels. )
Instead of giving voice to either, Charles takes the short distance between them in strides, gripping Erik by the front of his suit and shoving him against the nearest wall. He's taller than Charles, but he makes up for it in impotent fury, voice rising too high. )
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Anger is familiar, but even so it makes him sway on his feet. It's so strong, too strong.
( And yet, it's nothing compared to the ridiculous relief he feels. )
Instead of giving voice to either, Charles takes the short distance between them in strides, gripping Erik by the front of his suit and shoving him against the nearest wall. He's taller than Charles, but he makes up for it in impotent fury, voice rising too high. )
You shot my sister. We were supposed to help her!