Erik bows his head down as he brings Charles out of the bar with the use of his arms and a slight assist from his powers, leaving a few dollars behind for their drinks as he pushes his way through the crowd. He could shield himself, but if Charles has been delving in, then perhaps he ought to let him. After all, he'd never hid anything from Charles on the island, it's only the vast years that separate them that makes him shield himself. Then I don't really need to speak, do I? he thinks in Charles' direction. Which way do I turn? I don't remember how to get back to yours from here.