Suddenly Charles sucks in a sharp breath and his eyes look definitely misty as he swallows and presses a hand to his mouth. I'm so sorry, Erik. I shouldn't complain like this. The mere idea of Erik ending up here, alone, after losing his family makes Charles want to give himself a kick for saying anything at all.

"I couldn't put you out of your own room, you know that," he says, his lips twisting into a smile as he reaches across the open space between them to take Erik's hand and squeezes it firmly. "But than you for offering. I don't know who this Tony is but thank you for everything."

It's still an adjustment to reel back from the idea that just a few hours ago Erik had been standing just a few feet from him but not hearing a word Charles was saying, hell-bent on letting El Sabah Nur destroy everything humanity has ever built and now he's there, calm and collected, trying to make Charles feel better.

"Just give me a little bit of time. I'll sort it out."