He touches his temple, subtly, using his knuckles instead of the pads of his fingers like Charles. It's fairly obvious shorthand (at least for a telepath with that motion as his best tell); Erik has no idea where he is, and every new piece of given information feels like it's fusing between his ribs and cutting off blood to his heart, so he'd prefer to keep any perceived weaknesses between them. ]
I can't be certain. [ The frustration in his mental voice clangs metal scraping metal, uncertain bitten off like a curse. ] Let me--
[ He touches one of the buckles at the shoulder of his uniform, its steel shine liquefying and reforming, mercurial and neat. ] Firing on all cylinders. [ Relief clouds his thoughts, thick enough to cut. ]
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He touches his temple, subtly, using his knuckles instead of the pads of his fingers like Charles. It's fairly obvious shorthand (at least for a telepath with that motion as his best tell); Erik has no idea where he is, and every new piece of given information feels like it's fusing between his ribs and cutting off blood to his heart, so he'd prefer to keep any perceived weaknesses between them. ]
I can't be certain. [ The frustration in his mental voice clangs metal scraping metal, uncertain bitten off like a curse. ] Let me--
[ He touches one of the buckles at the shoulder of his uniform, its steel shine liquefying and reforming, mercurial and neat. ] Firing on all cylinders. [ Relief clouds his thoughts, thick enough to cut. ]