[ Erik's eyes are on the person ahead, but not really focused on them. He doesn't know what he expected of a trip to the store but somehow it's just turning into a continuation of their talk, and he's not entirely sure that he can handle it. Out here, with others around. Not that they much matter to him, to be honest, he just dislikes anyone being privy to what should be private. Their thoughts might be, but Erik can only hide the emotion from his face for so long. ]
It was not your fault. I'm the one who left.
[ But at the time, it was what he had to do. Or what he thought he had to do. Still on the heels of his ultimate goal taking up so much of his life that he hadn't even stopped to realise what he was giving up. How much it would hurt to lose it.
He cannot keep going back. But he does, again, to that beach, holding Charles in his arms and hearing him say that no, we don't want the same thing. Charles wanted peace; Erik didn't even consider that an option. It was all or nothing, and he somehow got both.
The last words have him turning his head away, his eyes closed. Thoughts scatter, incoherent, and it's a while before he knows what to say, or if he should even say it. His hand shifts just enough that he can brush his fingertips against Charles's sleeve, but it's barely a touch because Charles is the one holding onto him; Erik doesn't think he even has that right. ]
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It was not your fault. I'm the one who left.
[ But at the time, it was what he had to do. Or what he thought he had to do. Still on the heels of his ultimate goal taking up so much of his life that he hadn't even stopped to realise what he was giving up. How much it would hurt to lose it.
He cannot keep going back. But he does, again, to that beach, holding Charles in his arms and hearing him say that no, we don't want the same thing. Charles wanted peace; Erik didn't even consider that an option. It was all or nothing, and he somehow got both.
The last words have him turning his head away, his eyes closed. Thoughts scatter, incoherent, and it's a while before he knows what to say, or if he should even say it. His hand shifts just enough that he can brush his fingertips against Charles's sleeve, but it's barely a touch because Charles is the one holding onto him; Erik doesn't think he even has that right. ]
I never wanted to leave you.