*he stares at him for a moment. A dream? It was too detailed to be a dream anymore. Though there was the possibility that Erik himself was a ghost. His mother had been awfully vivid, even though he couldn't touch her.
Just to be sure, he fixes his grip on the books and moves forward to grip Erik's arm. He sounds a little surprised himself*
Does this feel like a dream, my friend?
*which means...when he goes back home they were going to be attacked, and Darwin was going to die, and Charles himself was to blame for it. Why else would he be unhappy where Erik's from?*
action;
*he stares at him for a moment. A dream? It was too detailed to be a dream anymore. Though there was the possibility that Erik himself was a ghost. His mother had been awfully vivid, even though he couldn't touch her.
Just to be sure, he fixes his grip on the books and moves forward to grip Erik's arm. He sounds a little surprised himself*
Does this feel like a dream, my friend?
*which means...when he goes back home they were going to be attacked, and Darwin was going to die, and Charles himself was to blame for it. Why else would he be unhappy where Erik's from?*