[After a few splintered moments where he stares blankly into space, Erik gets up. He steps away from the table, needing a modicum of distance. The restaurant's faux-nautical decor swims in front of him as he wrestles with the ocean of feelings Charles has chosen to dump on him, without so much as a life raft.
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Without turning around, he speaks, voice tight.]
That wasn't talking to me about it, you realise.