Any other day, and Charles might have immediately put an end to it. Whether he legitimately wanted Erik to join him, and whether some part of Erik legitimately wanted to be there ought to have been soundly immaterial, as should have Jordan's undoubted good intentions for them both. Any other day and he would have snapped her flimsy influence in a blink and issued a stern warning on the moral implications of mind control, even when it was well-meaning.
But it wasn't any other day, and he was on his second scotch, and he knew, with the certainty of one who knows someone better than they know themselves, that nudged by Jordan or otherwise, Erik's impulse was coming from somewhere.
There may also have been, in the back of his mind, the acute awareness that he'd utterly failed at getting this far alone.
"Please," he said, motioning to the chairs with all the affect of a generous host despite how stiff the word felt in his mouth.
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Date: 2015-02-19 12:01 pm (UTC)But it wasn't any other day, and he was on his second scotch, and he knew, with the certainty of one who knows someone better than they know themselves, that nudged by Jordan or otherwise, Erik's impulse was coming from somewhere.
There may also have been, in the back of his mind, the acute awareness that he'd utterly failed at getting this far alone.
"Please," he said, motioning to the chairs with all the affect of a generous host despite how stiff the word felt in his mouth.