"Now love, it's hardly my fault you swept me off my feet."

He laughs under his breath, presses his hands on Erik's shoulders and curls his fingers tight for a second. The shirt still doesn't fit him right and it tugs at Charles' heartstrings in a way he hadn't thought possible. He wants to protect Erik against this place, wants to take care of him. No one has ever come close to this with him before. No one had gotten so far under his skin and into his head. With a soft blur of words he hums out, "And then you blew my door off. It was all very dramatic."

His thumb slides helplessly against Erik's plush mouth, mapping out the curve of his lip. He's staring and he cannot help himself, isn't sure he's ever going to be able to look away knowing what it feels like to have Erik's torn from him. Charles will do anything to stop that happening again. Anything at all.

"Help me fix it and then we can find somewhere to talk that's slightly more comfortable, mm?" Hand moving back through his hair, "Or we could just leave the door as it is and still find somewhere else. I don't care."