Re: Bar: Erik and Charles
[Charles did not glare. He just watched. And listened. It was nothing shocking, or nothing that surprised him. He hadn't actually opted to fight - he'd opted instead to defend himself against something he believed to be fundamentally untrue.
But Erik's take on the situation was nothing new.
However at one point he did actually laugh, brow furrowed and tone incredulous] You want me safe? You left me bleeding and paralyzed on a beach and then tried to crush me with a sports arena. I've never been less safe in my life.
[It was a hard truth, one he accepted readily, but it didn't make it any easier to say out loud. He was still here in this awful place, during this awful time, dealing with Erik's awful mess of a mind. But he wasn't afraid. He ought to be. But he wasn't.]
I don't make you weak, your fears and your demons are what makes you weak. I know, because you're not the only sorry arsehole who has them. I've got my own, I've seen others, I've seen more than you can possibly imagine in the heads of some people. Even compared to what I've seen in yours. No, Erik, I won't blame you for making me weak, and I won't accept your blame either.