I know you didn't ask, Charles. That doesn't mean I can't offer.

[ It comes after an eyeroll, because of course Charles would be stubborn and prideful about it. (Pot, meet kettle.) It's almost a comfort, quite honestly, though he absolutely intends to go through with using his funds until Charles has his own. He can just yell and bark at him all he likes, Erik doesn't give a damn.

He follows after Charles in the meantime, and when they get to the van, he has to pause for a moment, one arm around his midsection, the other folded up so he's covering his mouth with his fingers. It's all he can do to suppress his amusement, but the smile on his lips is impossible to miss.

He takes the hint and just walks around the car and slips into the passenger seat. Don't worry Charles, he's not about to princess carry you inside. ]

It's, ah... more colourful, certainly. [ He could say so much more about it. He probably still will, given time. For now he just props his elbow on the window and glances over at Charles. ] I don't know. I have rather fond memories of that.