Everyone sat again and Erik took Angela's hand once more, holding tightly, though it was the only sign of his distress.
At least to those who did not know him.
Pulling his eyes from Keira, Erik looked at Charlie and the corner of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to offer him a smile but could not quite manage it. Instead he reached out and took the young man's hand instead. Charlie had, after all, known her as well.