It's not a question of belief, Erik. I'm in your head, I know what you're thinking, what you're feeling. You can't fake sincerity to me.
[ When Erik says that he's sorry and he regrets it, Charles believes that he means it. Now. Hindsight is 20/20. Erik is sorry now that he's already done the terrible things and made the bad choices. It may not keep him from doing it again, because while he cares deeply for the man, Erik has a temper. Something in him snaps under the right amount of pressure, and it doesn't change that he means his words right now. It just can't guarantee it won't happen again. That is the sticking point that will require more time to sort out.
Their fingers tangle for a moment once Erik lets go of his fist, which was Charles's plan. To make him relax and not get too closed down in his mind and in his body. There was a time he got all kinds of addicted to the smallest gestures of affection he could get out of Erik. He knew his friend didn't do that with others so he became obsessed with something as simple as putting a hand on his shoulder or on his back. They had an easy way about them, once.
The gesture is given, their fingers brushing, and then Charles goes back to gripping his shirt sleeve. It isn't a rejection, more a way to keep himself from delving too deeply into old times. ]
I've heard nothing that makes me concerned on that front. It may be loud but I can hear separate voices, and it's not the same as back home.
[ Charles was very aware of the fear that could sometimes break out the more mutants became public. He just hoped that understanding would move people past fear. But here, that is not something he senses. ]
No one seems to think there is any way to leave here. No one has come up with a way to return that I can gathe.
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[ When Erik says that he's sorry and he regrets it, Charles believes that he means it. Now. Hindsight is 20/20. Erik is sorry now that he's already done the terrible things and made the bad choices. It may not keep him from doing it again, because while he cares deeply for the man, Erik has a temper. Something in him snaps under the right amount of pressure, and it doesn't change that he means his words right now. It just can't guarantee it won't happen again. That is the sticking point that will require more time to sort out.
Their fingers tangle for a moment once Erik lets go of his fist, which was Charles's plan. To make him relax and not get too closed down in his mind and in his body. There was a time he got all kinds of addicted to the smallest gestures of affection he could get out of Erik. He knew his friend didn't do that with others so he became obsessed with something as simple as putting a hand on his shoulder or on his back. They had an easy way about them, once.
The gesture is given, their fingers brushing, and then Charles goes back to gripping his shirt sleeve. It isn't a rejection, more a way to keep himself from delving too deeply into old times. ]
I've heard nothing that makes me concerned on that front. It may be loud but I can hear separate voices, and it's not the same as back home.
[ Charles was very aware of the fear that could sometimes break out the more mutants became public. He just hoped that understanding would move people past fear. But here, that is not something he senses. ]
No one seems to think there is any way to leave here. No one has come up with a way to return that I can gathe.