omg no worries at all :>
"Charles," Erik repeats, his head tilting curiously. "You are a telepath." His eyebrows curve upwards, a morbid fascination he can't quite help even if the idea of anyone rooting around in his thoughts isn't exactly comforting.
In an odd way, though, he can't help but be fascinated. Someone who could-what? Understand? Perfectly understand everything about him? The sum total of his experiences, his being, his life. The only barrier, he supposes, is that he simply doesn't want to dwell on those particulars any longer than he has to, and he supposes that would be the trade-off.
He shakes himself free of the thoughts and holds out his left, uninjured hand. "Then it is good to meet you again."