[ The bed is small, especially when Erik is as tall as he is, but it hardly seems to matter. It fits the two of them just fine, and while Erik can't quite sit up completely, it's not as if Charles himself takes up as much space. Besides, the comfort of having this physical contact is so immense that he would not care even if they had to make do with a space much smaller and much less comfortable.
He shifts closer almost as soon as Charles sits beside him, and his next exhale breaks out of him in a quiet sob, shivering from the effort not to cry out. Were he still without his memories, maybe he would care less about breaking down that badly— as it is, he feels raw enough already, even when it's only Charles here with him.
His cheek presses to Charles's shoulder, tears staining his shirt. Eye shut tightly, he gulps a shaky breath, teeth gritted and lips pressed tight in an attempt to even his own breathing and stop himself from panicking again. ]
What if you can't? [ What if they fail to find it, let alone stop it? What if it takes everything from Erik? What if it's all a little too late, and this steady transformation is seen through to the end? Will there even be anything of him left?
His breathing steadies, and his heart slows in a moment of clarity. He realises then that there might be an ultimate solution, one they might need to consider. One Erik would vastly prefer over being turned completely into plastic.
He pulls back, stiff and awkward, just enough to look Charles in the eye. ]
It if comes to it... I want you to kill me.
[ Put an end to his suffering before it is too late. He would trust no one else to do it. ]
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He shifts closer almost as soon as Charles sits beside him, and his next exhale breaks out of him in a quiet sob, shivering from the effort not to cry out. Were he still without his memories, maybe he would care less about breaking down that badly— as it is, he feels raw enough already, even when it's only Charles here with him.
His cheek presses to Charles's shoulder, tears staining his shirt. Eye shut tightly, he gulps a shaky breath, teeth gritted and lips pressed tight in an attempt to even his own breathing and stop himself from panicking again. ]
What if you can't? [ What if they fail to find it, let alone stop it? What if it takes everything from Erik? What if it's all a little too late, and this steady transformation is seen through to the end? Will there even be anything of him left?
His breathing steadies, and his heart slows in a moment of clarity. He realises then that there might be an ultimate solution, one they might need to consider. One Erik would vastly prefer over being turned completely into plastic.
He pulls back, stiff and awkward, just enough to look Charles in the eye. ]
It if comes to it... I want you to kill me.
[ Put an end to his suffering before it is too late. He would trust no one else to do it. ]