"I wouldn't know," is Erik's calm reply when he returns with the tea, having allowed his reply to simmer and stew. His gaze is flinty when he regards Charles, unwilling to flinch. "I haven't lived them yet, as you have," he reminds him, setting the tea in front of Charles while placing milk, honey, and sugar alongside.

This is the problem, isn't it? They've been living in two separate worlds. "My god," Erik exhales with a huff. "Won't you do something about that hair of yours? It's obscene."