Mind Palace: Charles/Erik
[He doesn't bother responding to the idea of forcing him to do anything. He doesn't need to be reminded of his weaknesses. And he will let the posturing continue as long as it needs to. And only as long as it needs to.
He waited for a few moments and closed his eyes, always tentative these days. Especially around this mind in particular. In fact, it wasn't that long ago that he was asserting that he would never enter this mind again. It hadn't lasted long. And the phrase 'down the rabbit hole' never meant quite as much as it did as he made the conscious decision to seek it out. There were a million reasons not to do it, and a million more to do it, so Charles left reasoning for later as his mind reached out.
It did more than reach out in the end, he was tired and out of practice, but he stretched the muscles and the reach of his ability to put him face to face with the other man.
Well, in a manner of speaking. The room was familiar, a room they'd both spent time in before, they were in the study sitting opposite each other. It was a good representation of the study, it helped that Charles was already in there physically.
Either as a testament to Charles' exhaustion, or his ability's limits since coming back from its dormant state, there was detail missing from the room. The books had no titles, the chessboard had no pieces, the elegant glass carafe had no expensive brown liquid. But there were chairs, and the room itself was holding steadily.