Erik takes great relief in the cigarette, indulging in this vice that he'd seen so many adults employ. It's almost empty, but it helps to cut back on his jitters, his body shaking with a need for something he cannot take -- a need to show Charles, to place a claim, to get him on his side. It should be scary, but he finds it simply a normal course of events. You want something, Erik says, sensing that much.
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