[ He's so prepared for an argument to begin that when it doesn't come, it's almost enough to throw him off-balance. He pauses mid-breath, mid-thought, stares at Charles for another few good seconds while he lets that answer sink in.
It's enough of an interval for him to take in the clothes he's still wearing, down to the detail of the blood on the collar, and equally long enough for him to place it all. He remembers those last moments far too vividly, even now. The sharpness of Charles's parting words, cutting through the space between them. Erik can hardly blame him, really, after what he'd done.
But this doesn't make sense. It's just another thing to add to his ever growing list of questions. ]
Only a few days.
[ He doesn't answer the unexpected apology, nor does he react to the deflation of Charles's suspicion when he realises the ridiculousness of his accusation. He doesn't know how else to really voice what's on his mind right now, so he goes with— ]
no subject
It's enough of an interval for him to take in the clothes he's still wearing, down to the detail of the blood on the collar, and equally long enough for him to place it all. He remembers those last moments far too vividly, even now. The sharpness of Charles's parting words, cutting through the space between them. Erik can hardly blame him, really, after what he'd done.
But this doesn't make sense. It's just another thing to add to his ever growing list of questions. ]
Only a few days.
[ He doesn't answer the unexpected apology, nor does he react to the deflation of Charles's suspicion when he realises the ridiculousness of his accusation. He doesn't know how else to really voice what's on his mind right now, so he goes with— ]
I haven't seen you in months, though.