[ More than a little. He stays where he is, debating a moment. His power has been difficult to access since he woke up in this place.
He chides himself mentally for how unsteady he feels in the moment. He's already proven he can stop Erik if necessary but he hardly wanted to do that in the first place. Setting down the animal in his arm, he offers a mental nudge to both of them so that they might wait by the water until this is over.
Running a hand through his hair he steps back over to where Erik is, stopping within arm's length. ]
I will. [ Differences begin to stand out as he clears his own mind. Erik is older, somehow. There are lines on his face that weren't there before. There's fraught emotion etched into the fiber of his being. He doesn't need to read his mind to feel it.
Reaching up, he presses two fingers to his left temple and goes into his friend's mind. He focuses on the task at hand, trying not to delve at the surface emotions that bubble up. Guilt. Pain. He focuses past it to find the memory Erik still holds of his mother. Another spot burns just as brightly, and it wasn't there before. He touches on it briefly: Good day? Better now. He doesn't recognize the woman's voice.
Finally, he finds the memory he's looking for, and carefully brings it to the forefront of the other man's mind. It's just as beautiful a memory as the day he found it, and when he exits the other man's mind, he has to bear away another tear. His anger is not so potent now, though upset lingers. ]
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He chides himself mentally for how unsteady he feels in the moment. He's already proven he can stop Erik if necessary but he hardly wanted to do that in the first place. Setting down the animal in his arm, he offers a mental nudge to both of them so that they might wait by the water until this is over.
Running a hand through his hair he steps back over to where Erik is, stopping within arm's length. ]
I will. [ Differences begin to stand out as he clears his own mind. Erik is older, somehow. There are lines on his face that weren't there before. There's fraught emotion etched into the fiber of his being. He doesn't need to read his mind to feel it.
Reaching up, he presses two fingers to his left temple and goes into his friend's mind. He focuses on the task at hand, trying not to delve at the surface emotions that bubble up. Guilt. Pain. He focuses past it to find the memory Erik still holds of his mother. Another spot burns just as brightly, and it wasn't there before. He touches on it briefly: Good day? Better now. He doesn't recognize the woman's voice.
Finally, he finds the memory he's looking for, and carefully brings it to the forefront of the other man's mind. It's just as beautiful a memory as the day he found it, and when he exits the other man's mind, he has to bear away another tear. His anger is not so potent now, though upset lingers. ]