There's a moment where Charles seems to catch the whisper of something coming from Erik, the pool of colour that infuses from his mind and as much as he wants to, he doesn't chase it back to its origin. He instead watches the line of his friend's shoulders, listens to the tone of amusement that has very slowly crept into his voice.
But then Erik is addressing him and Charles blinks, leans his chair back on two legs and nods. "A few people have mentioned that, yes."
He's aware of a statement on the horizon, the way Erik stands as if ready for battle, the tide of his mind ebbing away from Charles again. He is much clearer to the telepath when he is open and he knows when silence begins to seep in there's something there that needs to be discussed. So he lets Erik take the lead for now.
"It troubles you."
Of course it would, he's not questioning. He knows in as much as he's read or felt from Erik or guessed - he's not painting his companion's answers for him nor would he. He's just trying to get around to actually talking.
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But then Erik is addressing him and Charles blinks, leans his chair back on two legs and nods. "A few people have mentioned that, yes."
He's aware of a statement on the horizon, the way Erik stands as if ready for battle, the tide of his mind ebbing away from Charles again. He is much clearer to the telepath when he is open and he knows when silence begins to seep in there's something there that needs to be discussed. So he lets Erik take the lead for now.
"It troubles you."
Of course it would, he's not questioning. He knows in as much as he's read or felt from Erik or guessed - he's not painting his companion's answers for him nor would he. He's just trying to get around to actually talking.