"I do, but I'm often busy," Charles said, and he enjoyed the feeling in the air. The fact that Erik felt happy pleased him. His grin was almost shy (unusual for Charles), as he looked down as his hands, holding his coffee in his lap. He appeared to be thinking, but he wasn't really. He was just enjoying the quiet presence and watching Erik make the french toast.

Basking in the feelings and thoughts that Erik was projecting, basically. "I love you." It slipped, without him even realizing it.