Part of Charles wants to believe everything that Erik says is true. Part of him wants terribly to wrap his arms around him and drag him in close for a kiss, make love to him even with the idea of Erik allowing himself to be cast into a murderer's position hanging over his head. He's quiet for a long while, because Erik isn't looking at him.
No matter how much Charles stares at him, Erik doesn't look back, and that itself is telling. Erik can't hide when he lies. It's there on his face, a splatter even of blood on his neck that Erik may have missed when showering that morning (perhaps he cut himself shaving, but Charles doubts that a metal kinetic could do such a clumsy thing). He stares at him as if he can pull it out of him. ]
Are you sure, Erik? That's all you're doing? Just finding mutants? [ he tries again, his tone nearly pleading, pleading for it not to be true but moreso pleading with Erik not to lie to him anymore. he already knows the truth, why couldn't Erik simply confirm what he knows to be the truth? ] You haven't done anything else? [ Please, Erik, you're better than this. you're not Shaw's puppet anymore, you're better than this, and Charles suddenly wishes for his empathy, stronger than he's ever felt before regarding the idea. He closes his eyes and sighs. ]
Please tell me you haven't killed anyone. [ he opens them again, and gently cradles Erik's face in his hand. ] Just tell me this, please. I don't want him to be right. Please, Erik, tell me he hasn't manipulated you to play into his hand.
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Part of Charles wants to believe everything that Erik says is true. Part of him wants terribly to wrap his arms around him and drag him in close for a kiss, make love to him even with the idea of Erik allowing himself to be cast into a murderer's position hanging over his head. He's quiet for a long while, because Erik isn't looking at him.
No matter how much Charles stares at him, Erik doesn't look back, and that itself is telling. Erik can't hide when he lies. It's there on his face, a splatter even of blood on his neck that Erik may have missed when showering that morning (perhaps he cut himself shaving, but Charles doubts that a metal kinetic could do such a clumsy thing). He stares at him as if he can pull it out of him. ]
Are you sure, Erik? That's all you're doing? Just finding mutants? [ he tries again, his tone nearly pleading, pleading for it not to be true but moreso pleading with Erik not to lie to him anymore. he already knows the truth, why couldn't Erik simply confirm what he knows to be the truth? ] You haven't done anything else? [ Please, Erik, you're better than this. you're not Shaw's puppet anymore, you're better than this, and Charles suddenly wishes for his empathy, stronger than he's ever felt before regarding the idea. He closes his eyes and sighs. ]
Please tell me you haven't killed anyone. [ he opens them again, and gently cradles Erik's face in his hand. ] Just tell me this, please. I don't want him to be right. Please, Erik, tell me he hasn't manipulated you to play into his hand.