[ It's subtle, but Charles can feel it, has felt it too many times before to miss easily. Lazy recline stiffens up muscles along his spine, and his hand clenches bedsheets in uneasy compulsion around when papers slide to settle still on the floor.
The look back over to Erik is sharper than before, cutting through the former, blurrier haze of indistinct anger.
And nothing. No commands in Erik's head, no vanishing trickery, no prying into skulls to read intentions. Charles doesn't know. He only ever thought he did, clearly. ]
Don't, [ is coarse through his teeth, more heat than tremor. ]
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The look back over to Erik is sharper than before, cutting through the former, blurrier haze of indistinct anger.
And nothing. No commands in Erik's head, no vanishing trickery, no prying into skulls to read intentions. Charles doesn't know. He only ever thought he did, clearly. ]
Don't, [ is coarse through his teeth, more heat than tremor. ]