[ With the way he’s looking, Erik is likely to pull the iron out of Charles’ brain before he takes away any answers he can be sure of. His eyes are pale as cuttlefish, prying with beak and suckers into the wrinkles around Charles’ face and coming away with nothing more telling or specific than anger.
Anger at him. Resentment. Blame.
After a hard moment spent engaged in a staring contest at close range, Erik breaks off first. He turns to go, papers and all, stride long and speed clipped. ]
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Anger at him. Resentment. Blame.
After a hard moment spent engaged in a staring contest at close range, Erik breaks off first. He turns to go, papers and all, stride long and speed clipped. ]