I'm not paranoid of you, damn it.

[Erik clenches his hand.]

But I'm not going to let this tower in my head. With whatever they might attempt.

[Erik runs a finger along the bridge of his nose; he wants the helmet off, he does. It's heavy, makes his head hurt. But he just can't right now. But he does soften, slightly.

And no, Charles wouldn't want to know what Erik thought of him.

So instead...]

I'm sorry.