Nineteen eighty... What? ( he stops in his tracks just then, whirling around to face erik, clearly surprised, having not expected for that much of a gap in years between them. he has to take a moment to really look at the man. it's been a whole two decades since cuba. that's unbelievable. )

You've certainly aged well. ( erik doesn't look that much older than the last time he'd seen him. more frown lines perhaps. but he's still as ridiculously handsome as ever. charles can only hope that he hasn't turned into some portly old fart. god, please let that not be the case. not that he's particularly vain, but he'd like to think that he'd kept up with his early morning runs at least. )

And I don't doubt a lot has happened if it's been that long. ( he's hoping the years have been kind to erik, but judging by that earlier warning about reading his mind, he doubts it has been. and that worries him. he doesn't like that there's so much distance between them because of all that he doesn't yet know. )

Alright. Let me have a look then. ( he takes a step closer to erik, lifting a hand up to his temple. ) I don't want you walking on eggshells around me for the rest of our time here. ( they might as well get this bit over with. it'll just be a quick read, like ripping off a bandaid. it'll be fine. and perhaps it's not even as awful as what erik's making him think. )