[That doesn't seem true. The first thing he thinks of is his birthday - that, more than anything, had helped Erik start to inch out of his fog of grief. Maybe that hadn't been done with complete sincerity, if what Charles is saying is true. But the result couldn't argued with. And Charles hadn't needed to do it, whatever he might say.

Erik picks at the tablecloth with a fingernail.]

Don't sell yourself short, just because your whole heart wasn't in it. Because you have done things for me. And they mean something to me.