There is a moment where it feels like Erik is weighing something between the two sides of a scale, and then the limbs of the chair reform themselves properly, leaving Charles free from his bondage. "I don't want to have to do this again. But you probably couldn't stop me before I got a needle in you."
'Probably.' If they're planning for this kind of thing now.
'This', not specifically the chair, but any of it. He's known, of course, that Charles is vulnerable; he plans for every contingency like he draws breath, but what-ifs and reality often do not collide with any kind of similar force. But it's not like he can just refuse, either, because it has happened. He just wants his objection voiced. That said, he crouches to one side of the chair to examine Charles's arm: he's right about how he's not really a medical person mostly in that his bedside manner lacks most basic gentleness, but at least he's efficient. "Nothing looks broken, and no, no one was hurt, unless you count a lot of ruffled feathers."
All of that, and now what does he do? Charles is in want of something, clearly, and Erik is at a loss to judge if it's time or distance or--he doesn't know, he goes for the tangible. As always. "Do you want something to eat?"
Since all that yelling can really take it out of a person and everything. Plus it's just a normal thing they can do between them, have a meal and put this aside until Erik hunts it down and dismembers it.
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from his bondage. "I don't want to have to do this again. But you probably couldn't stop me before I got a needle in you."'Probably.' If they're planning for this kind of thing now.
'This', not specifically the chair, but any of it. He's known, of course, that Charles is vulnerable; he plans for every contingency like he draws breath, but what-ifs and reality often do not collide with any kind of similar force. But it's not like he can just refuse, either, because it has happened. He just wants his objection voiced. That said, he crouches to one side of the chair to examine Charles's arm: he's right about how he's not really a medical person mostly in that his bedside manner lacks most basic gentleness, but at least he's efficient. "Nothing looks broken, and no, no one was hurt, unless you count a lot of ruffled feathers."
All of that, and now what does he do? Charles is in want of something, clearly, and Erik is at a loss to judge if it's time or distance or--he doesn't know, he goes for the tangible. As always. "Do you want something to eat?"
Since all that yelling can really take it out of a person and everything. Plus it's just a normal thing they can do between them, have a meal and put this aside until Erik hunts it down and dismembers it.