[ with every word about Erik, Charles is growing angrier and angrier. Angry enough that as soon as the door is open he's rushing out to take Shaw up on that offer, wrenching a hand in his shirt to keep him still before his curled up fist connects with the side of his cheek.
one hit, and then another, and then another. he doesn't even think to leave the area, doesn't even think about making a run for it, just longs to make this man feel even an ounce of the pain that he's put Erik through. he's not a fighter, but he feels like he might've broken the man's nose and given him a lovely bruised black eye, his knuckles bloodied with the last hit that he manages to get in before he's backing away. ]
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one hit, and then another, and then another. he doesn't even think to leave the area, doesn't even think about making a run for it, just longs to make this man feel even an ounce of the pain that he's put Erik through. he's not a fighter, but he feels like he might've broken the man's nose and given him a lovely bruised black eye, his knuckles bloodied with the last hit that he manages to get in before he's backing away. ]
You deserve more than that.
[ so much for Charles the peacemaker. ]