Erik prepares all the things for the flight. He knows Charles doesn't like the fake credit cards but he also doesn't like the idea of living off of Charles's money. He knows it's not the same as quitting a job, but Charles has a lot of dependents and Erik doesn't want to be one of them.
And though the money is not independently his own, he is stealing it from people like Charles, though who are less open with their wallets to let in the disenfranchised. Banks, billionaires and big business: those are the places from which Erik lifts cards and numbers, and honestly, none of them have even suspected the small amounts he takes go missing.
He sits down with Charles and expects their usual game and drink, but puts down his glass when he's asked that. He gathers his thoughts for a moment, shifting the glass' position with his hand and watching the reflective colors flash and alter.
"I came back because I saw what I'd done to you," he says finally, voice contemplative. "But you aren't my enemy, Charles." He doesn't know how to vocalize it, but he'd thought that for sure he'd broken the one good thing he had, this family he's found, and with Charles refusing to come with him... he hadn't been in a good state of mind that day. Once clarity came, he'd known.
"I thought you wouldn't want to see me anymore, but yet you welcomed me back without reservation. Should I ask you why?" If this is Charles' way of chasing Erik out, he could just say something.
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And though the money is not independently his own, he is stealing it from people like Charles, though who are less open with their wallets to let in the disenfranchised. Banks, billionaires and big business: those are the places from which Erik lifts cards and numbers, and honestly, none of them have even suspected the small amounts he takes go missing.
He sits down with Charles and expects their usual game and drink, but puts down his glass when he's asked that. He gathers his thoughts for a moment, shifting the glass' position with his hand and watching the reflective colors flash and alter.
"I came back because I saw what I'd done to you," he says finally, voice contemplative. "But you aren't my enemy, Charles." He doesn't know how to vocalize it, but he'd thought that for sure he'd broken the one good thing he had, this family he's found, and with Charles refusing to come with him... he hadn't been in a good state of mind that day. Once clarity came, he'd known.
"I thought you wouldn't want to see me anymore, but yet you welcomed me back without reservation. Should I ask you why?" If this is Charles' way of chasing Erik out, he could just say something.