[ Charles wants to scream, wants to shake Erik for choosing just this time to reveal that and shout at him Do you think I had a choice either? and what he's doing isn't kind or better or clean, but it's making him hate just as vividly as he loves Erik and never wants to see the scales tip to where that bitterness and regret - god, Erik is inviting regret to make its home in them - becomes all he is.
Instead, Charles is very still, searching Erik's expression and mind for the slightest hint that he's being untruthful, but the line is clearly drawn and they are on opposite sides of it. ]
You can't know that. You simply can't. This is - [ Parting his lips with a small, distressed sigh. Any lie will do. ] this is rash, you're not yourself.
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Instead, Charles is very still, searching Erik's expression and mind for the slightest hint that he's being untruthful, but the line is clearly drawn and they are on opposite sides of it. ]
You can't know that. You simply can't. This is - [ Parting his lips with a small, distressed sigh. Any lie will do. ] this is rash, you're not yourself.