Erik pushes Charles with his hands and his power, enjoying the resonance of Charles' chair and the proximity of his lover's mind. He has missed the call of the metal, the warm familiarity of the structure he shaped, and how it is always entwined with his lover.

His power traces the threads of metal sewn through Charles' clothes, the fastenings, the loose change in his pockets, the front door key.

"I would sleep with you."