Charles isn't an idiot and he knows Erik's been using fake credit cards. He does plan on telling him to put a stop to that because he has more than enough to support him, and if the man wants to argue about it, he will let him know that all of his money comes from his family anyway, meaning it's not like he'd worked hard to earn even a cent of it. But more importantly, that Erik is family.
Besides, it's obvious he has a ridiculous amount in his bank account otherwise Hank wouldn't have the means to build another jet plane that's currently taking up a lot of space in the basement of the mansion right now. That, and Cerebro. The young man's really going all out with trying to build something that's better than what the CIA ever had in their facility, and Charles has been more than happy to fund all of his projects.
He lets Erik handle the suitcase and get it checked in once they're at the airport. An hour later and they're on the private plane headed for Oxford. Charles pours them a shot of whiskey each before sitting across from Erik. He knows what's next. They're going to play a game of chess as they usually do, but before that, Charles thinks they should have a talk first, and so he blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind.
"Erik, why exactly did you agree to come back with us?" Was it out of guilt because he'd accidentally misdirected a bullet to his back? Charles had told him they didn't want the same things, but he'd also been the one to plead for him to stay and not leave. "I just... I have to admit that I can't help but wonder if I'm going to wake up one day to find you gone because this isn't what you really want." Now that just sounds like a bloody accusation. Well, it is what he's been worried about, but he could've phrased it a little better.
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Besides, it's obvious he has a ridiculous amount in his bank account otherwise Hank wouldn't have the means to build another jet plane that's currently taking up a lot of space in the basement of the mansion right now. That, and Cerebro. The young man's really going all out with trying to build something that's better than what the CIA ever had in their facility, and Charles has been more than happy to fund all of his projects.
He lets Erik handle the suitcase and get it checked in once they're at the airport. An hour later and they're on the private plane headed for Oxford. Charles pours them a shot of whiskey each before sitting across from Erik. He knows what's next. They're going to play a game of chess as they usually do, but before that, Charles thinks they should have a talk first, and so he blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind.
"Erik, why exactly did you agree to come back with us?" Was it out of guilt because he'd accidentally misdirected a bullet to his back? Charles had told him they didn't want the same things, but he'd also been the one to plead for him to stay and not leave. "I just... I have to admit that I can't help but wonder if I'm going to wake up one day to find you gone because this isn't what you really want." Now that just sounds like a bloody accusation. Well, it is what he's been worried about, but he could've phrased it a little better.