Six months after Cuba. The idea was more than a little flooring to Erik. Six months after Cuba and with none of the other experiences that went hand in hand with the last thirty years, without any of the death, destruction, or poor decision making that they had both engaged in during that time. Even as his mind thought that saying it out loud wouldn't be productive, his mouth betrayed him as it oftened tended to.
"How I envy you the lack of baggage," Erik murmured. Granted, there had probably been other issues that had arisen wherever they were. Things were never issue free. And it seemed like he had caused the initial one. Groaning more than a little at Charles's explanation of why he could walk without issue, Erik raised his freehand to cover his face.
"Yes. That seems about like something I would have done. Does it help that my impulsiveness has waned somewhat?"
Granted, only somehwta considering his initial reaction to finding out Jean had killed Raven had been to kill her in return. Impulsive reactions were still normal in emotionally intense situations, but that was beside the point.
And God. He was going to have to tell Charles about that. He was going to have to tell him about everyone.
"So, everything that you know of after Cuba is entirely about this other world?" Erik asked carefully. "You're aware of nothing that happened from ours?"