There's plenty to seek forgiveness for; his lack of communication today, for instance. The magnetist looks at his husband for a moment, moving him into his lap when it was indicated, and his arms wrap around him securely. Having a warm weight against him helps, and he leans his head, red-rimmed pale eyes looking at the baby blues. "Too much," he answers after a moment. Far too much is going on up there. "You don't want to see.. trust me." He's gone enough that his English is thick with accent.
Even with Erik shielding him, Charles can feel this mood, turbulent and cold. It’s awful and all Charles wants to do is help. He pulls back to look in Erik’s eyes, and they’re so distant, so drawn. It breaks Charles’ heart.
One hand gently caresses down the side of Erik’s face, nothing but love and concern written in his blue eyes. He smiles a bit sadly, cupping Erik’s cheek.
“You remember that the first time I met you, your mind was nothing but fury and agony. And I still jumped in after you. I still loved you.” His thumb lightly runs over Erik’s lovely high cheekbones as he looks at him fondly.
“...Let me in, my love. Let me help.”
