[ Swept up onto his feet and back against metal doors, Charles is as well swept up in the cut and dry simplicity of unburdened relief. His eyes blink round, startled, breathing hitched high along with some inarticulate vowel sound when whatever complicated feelings he was feeling are bulldozed through. Or are sat on.
His hands rest almost incidentally on both shoulders, pressure placed there from elbow to palm in some intermediary point of keeping Erik at bay without asserting as such. Relaxes, instead, accepting both this invasion of space as well as the thoughts that comes with it. He, too, is exhausted.
Fingers squeeze. Confirming that he is present and accounted for. That Erik is as well.
no subject
His hands rest almost incidentally on both shoulders, pressure placed there from elbow to palm in some intermediary point of keeping Erik at bay without asserting as such. Relaxes, instead, accepting both this invasion of space as well as the thoughts that comes with it. He, too, is exhausted.
Fingers squeeze. Confirming that he is present and accounted for. That Erik is as well.
NOT GOIG TO FCUKINH CRY]