Lesson - Cherik
Erik leaned on the doorframe to Charles' office, watching how the professor was sucked up in one of his books.
At this angle, he couldn't see how the blue eyes were straightly fixed on one line, he wasn't reading, the metal bender assumed.
'I know, that you are standing there, Erik.', all of a sudden came the voice in his head, it wasn't his own though, but his friend's.
Since their first meeting, they were communicating that way, more than any normal human beings.
It didn't even make Erik bat an eyelid.
"I can't remember us talking about any rooms that I'm not allowed to walk in." There also was no reason for him not to stand here and watched his friend reading.
A short, almost mock - laugh escaped the smaller one, he seemed not amused, Erik could feel it.
The delicate, invisible bond which bound them since their first meeting let him receive thoughts and feelings of the telepath without his friend being able to do something about it.
What troubles you?"
Normally Erik wasn't int