[Glancing down at himself with the offer, Erik stares, blinks, almost uncomprehending. He almost doesn't remember, but then he can smell the blood again, and remember bowing over Charles' body, holding him, a white light--
He nods, running both his hands through his hair as he looks up at David again.]
Yes. Yes, thank you. [He needs - he needs to sit, to gather his thoughts. He needs to remind himself that Charles is alive, that it was only a day, that just because it wasn't immediate doesn't mean anything, that he'll be fine - and then maybe he'll find the room to think about anything else, about the fact that David could have left the second he was himself again, and didn't.]
[Spam]
He nods, running both his hands through his hair as he looks up at David again.]
Yes. Yes, thank you. [He needs - he needs to sit, to gather his thoughts. He needs to remind himself that Charles is alive, that it was only a day, that just because it wasn't immediate doesn't mean anything, that he'll be fine - and then maybe he'll find the room to think about anything else, about the fact that David could have left the second he was himself again, and didn't.]