( It's like a slap to the face. Charles huffs out a breath, something that sounds at once disbelieving and inevitable. His smile is crooked, vacant of joy, just enough to bare his teeth like a wounded animal. How much he hates Erik Lehnsherr, how badly he wishes he could make himself feel only that. )
Mm.
( Weak? Probably. His heart had been torn out of his chest. He stares at Erik, something unfathomable in his blue eyes. The anger isn't strong enough to withstand the feeling of shameregretpain. It can't keep going, just like he can't.
And so he does the only thing he can think of and just walks away. Maybe there's a bar. Maybe there's something that will put him out of his misery. )
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Mm.
( Weak? Probably. His heart had been torn out of his chest. He stares at Erik, something unfathomable in his blue eyes. The anger isn't strong enough to withstand the feeling of shameregretpain. It can't keep going, just like he can't.
And so he does the only thing he can think of and just walks away. Maybe there's a bar. Maybe there's something that will put him out of his misery. )