[ Charles is right. Everything about this is wrong. This world, their being here, their circumstances. For Charles it's undoubtedly more jarring, if nothing else then for the privilege of having always had money at his disposal for anything he might need. He doesn't think it in a spiteful way so much as matter-of-fact. To Erik, this is just another harsh reality where he'll do what he must to adapt and survive. It's just not a kind of situation Charles would have had to deal with in the past.
But it's also not what he meant when he asked that. Charles knows it, evidently, as he immediately after answers the question Erik's actually asking. It is, in a sense, a comfort to know that it's only his powers overwhelming him, and not something that this place has done to his head, something that was done to him in those med tents. Being paranoid about that seems only sensible. ]
Let me help you.
[ It's said in a breath, fully prepared for Charles to tell him to fuck off, or to laugh at the bitter irony of the man who's just trapped him under the rubble of a stadium to now offer to assist him in whatever way. It wasn't even that long to Erik either, but three months apart feels like another lifetime ago. All that anger, all that fear and despair that pushed him too far, had nowhere to go once he left, and gradually it's dissipated into thin air. He couldn't make any of it right, but he could stay away, that's what he figured.
Neither of them seem to have that option now. Leaving Charles to fend for himself in a place like this just isn't something Erik's willing to do, not unless he's to be rejected. ]
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But it's also not what he meant when he asked that. Charles knows it, evidently, as he immediately after answers the question Erik's actually asking. It is, in a sense, a comfort to know that it's only his powers overwhelming him, and not something that this place has done to his head, something that was done to him in those med tents. Being paranoid about that seems only sensible. ]
Let me help you.
[ It's said in a breath, fully prepared for Charles to tell him to fuck off, or to laugh at the bitter irony of the man who's just trapped him under the rubble of a stadium to now offer to assist him in whatever way. It wasn't even that long to Erik either, but three months apart feels like another lifetime ago. All that anger, all that fear and despair that pushed him too far, had nowhere to go once he left, and gradually it's dissipated into thin air. He couldn't make any of it right, but he could stay away, that's what he figured.
Neither of them seem to have that option now. Leaving Charles to fend for himself in a place like this just isn't something Erik's willing to do, not unless he's to be rejected. ]