Okay. Okay, good. [ Taking Erik's hand from around his waist, Charles walks alongside him and counts his own steps, wanting to remember the way it feels before he has to wake up again and have that feeling fall away into nothing. He guides the two of them to the door beside the immense room's main wall, a flutter of apprehension climbing in him, hoping Erik will like the room once he's faced with it in person.

Sheepish. ] I'm... I feel a bit like a schoolboy with a crush. The room may as well be my writing "Mr. Charles Lehnsherr" in my diary.