Charles, I'm married! [Anatoly half-shrieks, and now he does back up. His opinion of Charles will have to wait. Right now, his mind is completely caught up in a whirlwind of panic and fear. Depending on how much the clone is reading his mind, he might get glimpses of a much younger, WWI era Anatoly and another man, whose kisses had been gentle and loving until he didn't get what he want and everything turned angry and violent.
He can't risk ever repeating that sort of experience. It has almost nothing to do with being born in the 1890's and much more to do with the sting of being betrayed by someone he thought he could trust. If a man he once thought was a good friend could do that to him, then any man so inclined was capable of it - even Charles.]
I'm fairly sure Erik is interested in you, anyway, [he notes, struggling to keep the panic out of his voice. He's going for a snarky tone of voice, but it's shakier than that. He's not fooling anyone, psychic powers or not.] I do not want to get in the way of that. You two have history. You don't really know me.
no subject
He can't risk ever repeating that sort of experience. It has almost nothing to do with being born in the 1890's and much more to do with the sting of being betrayed by someone he thought he could trust. If a man he once thought was a good friend could do that to him, then any man so inclined was capable of it - even Charles.]
I'm fairly sure Erik is interested in you, anyway, [he notes, struggling to keep the panic out of his voice. He's going for a snarky tone of voice, but it's shakier than that. He's not fooling anyone, psychic powers or not.] I do not want to get in the way of that. You two have history. You don't really know me.