[ Well, to be fair, Erik only met the man as Henryk, and only for a couple of nights. He seemed perfectly friendly, but then of course, he had no idea of who Erik was. Erik had no idea of who he was, either. If he'd known then he was another mutant, one that had stood against him on more than one occasion, then it would have been more predictable. But he hadn't even known Scott well enough by then to know how he would react to a situation like that.
There's really nothing he can do about it now. Charles is right, it can't be fixed overnight, and trying to do so now would only make things worse. Best to let sleeping dogs lie for the time being. Maybe there will be a way to remedy the situation one day, maybe not— but today is certainly not that day.
So he resigns to setting that aside for now, following Charles through the rows of cabins, surprise expressed more clearly on his face as they approach the one Charles has claimed for himself. It is, by far, much more impressive than the dingy motel rooms they've had to settle with back in Panorama, and when he steps inside, the sheer size of it makes Erik's eyebrows shoot up as he looks around. ]
You really have taken to this place.
[ It's not a criticism, necessarily. Maybe it's just what Charles needs, after the difficulties he's been through. But Erik still worries if having this and then seeing it gone won't do more harm than good in the long run.
Nevertheless, he steps further inside, not going into any of the rooms right away, instead keeping to the main living area. The level of comfort is impressive, considering the difficulties they have to deal with back in Panorama, and it prompts the question of how these diffusion zones can even come to be in the first place. ]
You know those clothes you've found might vanish when this place does.
[ He's not sure, really, it's just a possibility that's worth considering. That anything they try to claim might not outlive whatever phenomenon has brought them into existence. ]
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There's really nothing he can do about it now. Charles is right, it can't be fixed overnight, and trying to do so now would only make things worse. Best to let sleeping dogs lie for the time being. Maybe there will be a way to remedy the situation one day, maybe not— but today is certainly not that day.
So he resigns to setting that aside for now, following Charles through the rows of cabins, surprise expressed more clearly on his face as they approach the one Charles has claimed for himself. It is, by far, much more impressive than the dingy motel rooms they've had to settle with back in Panorama, and when he steps inside, the sheer size of it makes Erik's eyebrows shoot up as he looks around. ]
You really have taken to this place.
[ It's not a criticism, necessarily. Maybe it's just what Charles needs, after the difficulties he's been through. But Erik still worries if having this and then seeing it gone won't do more harm than good in the long run.
Nevertheless, he steps further inside, not going into any of the rooms right away, instead keeping to the main living area. The level of comfort is impressive, considering the difficulties they have to deal with back in Panorama, and it prompts the question of how these diffusion zones can even come to be in the first place. ]
You know those clothes you've found might vanish when this place does.
[ He's not sure, really, it's just a possibility that's worth considering. That anything they try to claim might not outlive whatever phenomenon has brought them into existence. ]