*The door had juuuust about closed, and so all Erik can hear are these books thumping on the ground and silence for the few seconds after.
Charles was spending those seconds reaching out, brow furrowed, but he couldn't feel anyone close enough to talk to, much less who that voice belonged to.
Turning, he pushed the library door back open and peeked back in.*
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Charles was spending those seconds reaching out, brow furrowed, but he couldn't feel anyone close enough to talk to, much less who that voice belonged to.
Turning, he pushed the library door back open and peeked back in.*
Erik?