[ It’s not an easy story to tell or to relieve, and Erik can only imagine how it must be for a telepath. Charles has always felt things so deeply, so intensely, that this could have been something that broke him entirely. True to form, however, his empathy wins over any scrap of selfishness that might be there and Erik almost laughs. If he didn’t hurt so deeply he might have.

It’s not the first time he’s heard Charles offer him sympathy - but this time he doesn’t see it as the pity his past self would have. This time he is more able and willing to accept it, more able to take it at face value. He trusts Charles enough to know that it comes from a place of genuine concern and warmth. Real friendship.

The fact that after everything Charles can find it in him to forgive and welcome Erik is a marvel. ]

You’ve said that already. [ Trying to be funny probably won’t work right now. Not when he can feel the warmth of his dearest friend’s hands. ] You will be there for me, in your own way. Who do you think I thought of when I started my family? Who’s peace was I hoping to obtain? You’ll always be with me, Charles.

[ Sentimental in his old age, perhaps. Not so old to be too far from Charles, but with the clarity of hindsight to guide him. Maybe that’ll be enough for them to live in peace here.

What makes Erik ache, however, is the promise of never hating him. Things would be easier if he did, if Charles loathed him for the rest of his life, but he can’t help but be glad he doesn’t. He clings to that, because Erik needs him. He can’t be without him, and that has shown. They’re supposed to work together, even if they’re far apart. The emotions of it all must be blinding to Charles who surely has a tether with Erik’s own mind.

Sighing, he turns his fingers to grip Charles’ hand carefully. ]

I wouldn’t blame you if you did. I’ve stolen a great deal from you over the years.