To Charles' credit, his wince was minute, just a slight squint of his eyes and twinge at the corner of his mouth as if he were briefly struggling with his already-strained facade. It was akin to torure, the flash of Erik's dizzying nostalgia followed so quickly by the reminder of his own reality. The question hadn't intended to be barbed, but it stung all the same.
"The school's doing well enough," he allowed, which was true when placed against the larger context of the absolute debacle the president's assassination had been, but an outright lie under any other circumstance. "I'm afraid that you'll find the world as a whole much changed in these last years. You're better off here, I'd say, with the way things have been going."
He tipped his glass Erik's way and then took another gulp. It had been awhile since he'd been properly drunk; today seemed more and more like the opportune time for it.
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Date: 2015-04-29 09:56 pm (UTC)"The school's doing well enough," he allowed, which was true when placed against the larger context of the absolute debacle the president's assassination had been, but an outright lie under any other circumstance. "I'm afraid that you'll find the world as a whole much changed in these last years. You're better off here, I'd say, with the way things have been going."
He tipped his glass Erik's way and then took another gulp. It had been awhile since he'd been properly drunk; today seemed more and more like the opportune time for it.