( There's a lot to process in Erik's outburst. Charles feels himself dumbly staring at his former friend, lips parted for a second as if to question several things.
Planets? That's a far cry from lifting a submarine. It makes him wonder what the future holds for Erik. Should he be afraid of the fact that the other man's powers have advanced so far? Is it futile to? Or has he known all along that this particular man ( sometimes wonderful, sometimes not ) was destined for greater things than he'd allow himself. He wishes he knew what to say, he wishes he knew what to do.
Erik rises, and Charles lets weariness overcome him. He sighs, rounding his shoulders into a hunch, doesn't watch as the other man walks away. Instead he focuses on his drink, the weak beat of his heart. )
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Planets? That's a far cry from lifting a submarine. It makes him wonder what the future holds for Erik. Should he be afraid of the fact that the other man's powers have advanced so far? Is it futile to? Or has he known all along that this particular man ( sometimes wonderful, sometimes not ) was destined for greater things than he'd allow himself. He wishes he knew what to say, he wishes he knew what to do.
Erik rises, and Charles lets weariness overcome him. He sighs, rounding his shoulders into a hunch, doesn't watch as the other man walks away. Instead he focuses on his drink, the weak beat of his heart. )