[ He doesn't know what he's attempting to be. Deflecting, mostly. Recover from the shock of Charles' arrival and the bitter disappointment of the knowledge that this stay will be even more brief than the last. Obscuring the things he actually wants to talk about. Throwing sand on the trail and staying far away from discussing anything of substance. Maybe distract him with sex, though that is a goal that may not be achievable.
Fuck it. Cut to the chase. Stop being a child.
Erik leans back and knits his fingers together. ]
I'm not coming back.
[ In case that was something he was worried about. ]
no subject
Fuck it. Cut to the chase. Stop being a child.
Erik leans back and knits his fingers together. ]
I'm not coming back.
[ In case that was something he was worried about. ]