[ Charles settles into his space so naturally that it ought to be uncomfortable: Erik isn't the kind of person to be so touchy-feely with people, but with Charles it's something that he had grown accustomed to. The other man was keen to shake hands, pat shoulders, urge people forward with a gentle smile and a warmth that was addicted, and for someone as touch starved as Erik was...
He can't quite hide how much he likes it.
Relaxing, just a little, he closes his eyes and tilts his head back, content to talk quietly now that they're settled together. ]
There might be merit in it. I haven't felt much under us, at least nothing metal.
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He can't quite hide how much he likes it.
Relaxing, just a little, he closes his eyes and tilts his head back, content to talk quietly now that they're settled together. ]
There might be merit in it. I haven't felt much under us, at least nothing metal.
[ He had considered an exit that way. ]