*even knowing he couldn't logically blame him, it sort of felt like a dream to him too, it still hurt that Erik would pull away from him like that.

Which means something worse must have happened aside from the attack. There was no other explanation.

Still, he wasn't one to push boundaries. Much.*

Suit yourself, but I assure you this place is very real. I'd tell you to be careful but...I know you. Come on, kitchen's this way.

*the only thing he can do is smile, and take a step back, almost feeling like he has to start all over with him. Except this time he can't tell what Erik is thinking and it hurts. Damn you, Author*