It's a startling thing, to suddenly be so close enough to see the finer dusting of freckles against the bridge of his nose, to read the endless pain and tortured panic in his wide and wild eyes. Charles' fingers clutch the table top, his breathing still hitched with the mild thread of anger he'd felt at Erik sacrificing himself for the benefit of keeping his dignity intact.
"Erik, please, you can't imagine I would want that. You can't believe I could possibly live with myself if I let you ... I would rather --."
Rarely is Charles Xavier at a loss for words and he wonders if this is some form of cosmic joke - when he needs them the most he can't find them - but he just tries to settle himself and read Erik as well as he can, the rush of thought he's getting a complicated tangle.
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It's a startling thing, to suddenly be so close enough to see the finer dusting of freckles against the bridge of his nose, to read the endless pain and tortured panic in his wide and wild eyes. Charles' fingers clutch the table top, his breathing still hitched with the mild thread of anger he'd felt at Erik sacrificing himself for the benefit of keeping his dignity intact.
"Erik, please, you can't imagine I would want that. You can't believe I could possibly live with myself if I let you ... I would rather --."
Rarely is Charles Xavier at a loss for words and he wonders if this is some form of cosmic joke - when he needs them the most he can't find them - but he just tries to settle himself and read Erik as well as he can, the rush of thought he's getting a complicated tangle.
"Not for me. You should not have to."