"Scott is fine," he says, as if he can read it on Charles's face. "Or, he will be fine. You've already phoned his parents. There was a funeral, you spoke at it." Erik knits his brows and motions again towards the handle of the chair. "Are you sure you don't want to be at home for this conversation?" he asks.

"Yes, Peter Maximoff was there. He came here not that long ago, but he disappeared just as quickly." Erik allows himself a smirk at that joke. "I'd like to think he's back home with his family now." He says all this kind of... clinically, in part because it's a completely separate place and time from this one, and for these sorts of things he feels... objective, almost. Like everything he reflects on is a dream.