[there's a memory attached to the words this time; one he actually means to share. it's happy enough that he doesn't have any issue with her seeing it, despite it being a part of his past.
it's of himself and charles, far younger than they are now. still teenagers, in the time following the end of the war but still long before israel, and where the two of them were still at their closest. it's a memory of a night spent in their room, charles sitting on his bed and surrounded by books, all too easily engrossed by them. erik sat on his own bed, doing his best to distract the other boy by attempting to project his thoughts as loudly as he can.
it's of the pillow he ultimately took to the face as charles grew annoyed enough by the distraction and tried to get him to stop.]
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[there's a memory attached to the words this time; one he actually means to share. it's happy enough that he doesn't have any issue with her seeing it, despite it being a part of his past.
it's of himself and charles, far younger than they are now. still teenagers, in the time following the end of the war but still long before israel, and where the two of them were still at their closest. it's a memory of a night spent in their room, charles sitting on his bed and surrounded by books, all too easily engrossed by them. erik sat on his own bed, doing his best to distract the other boy by attempting to project his thoughts as loudly as he can.
it's of the pillow he ultimately took to the face as charles grew annoyed enough by the distraction and tried to get him to stop.]