It washed over him like like the tide lapping a the shore and filled in all the old hollow places with unexpected warmth. A small, genuine smile tugged his lips and, for once, a completely unguarded expression came over his face. He was surprised, but moved by Charles' sentiment. He wondered how someone like Charles' could feel that for a broken thing like himself.

He should say something back. He tried, but nothing came. Erik finished cleaning the shattered egg from the floor and rose to his feet. It frustrated him that he wasn't able to articulate his own thoughts and feelings in turn. He turned away from Charles and leaned heavily on the counter. "I... feel the same way."