Erik sat besides Charles bed, one hand placed softly on Charles. He had not slept for days, waiting and hoping that Charles would come back to him. Erik found himself drifting off, his mind to tired to keep going.
His dreams were filled by Charles, the soft smiles he directed to Erik. His way of making Erik feel important, the gently prods at his mind to calm him. The soft spoken words of his own name. The dreams were quite pleasant, until Charles gave him a strange look. The words Charles said after sent chills down his spine, "Who are you?"
Erik woke with a start, his head had fallen onto Charles chest. He sat up to glance at Charles. His heart leaped at the sight, Charles eyes were open, looking straight at him. Then there were those words again, only this time he knew he was not dreaming.