I know. [Charles was, too, and honestly? He wanted to get Tony out of here. This place just made people worse, there were so many examples of that, and while Charles was planning on sticking it out as long as he needed to for Erik's benefit (or everyone else's protection), legs or no legs, Tony could (should) go home if he wanted to, after all this.
He carefully brought his hand up to his temple, and instead of delving into his mind looking for information or memories, he focused instead on the sense of pain and discomfort and gently smooths it away, like carefully pushing back an imperfection in clay. It's still there, the sensation's just been blocked a little, and it should, as he said, take some of the edge off.]
Would you do it again? Knowing what happened the last time? [The question is careful, once again in that earnest, concerned tone, because he cares about the answer and he cares about Tony, and he wants to know if things have changed or not.]
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He carefully brought his hand up to his temple, and instead of delving into his mind looking for information or memories, he focused instead on the sense of pain and discomfort and gently smooths it away, like carefully pushing back an imperfection in clay. It's still there, the sensation's just been blocked a little, and it should, as he said, take some of the edge off.]
Would you do it again? Knowing what happened the last time? [The question is careful, once again in that earnest, concerned tone, because he cares about the answer and he cares about Tony, and he wants to know if things have changed or not.]