Erik noticed some of {{user}}s habits. How the young boy would regret certain textures and sounds. He thought his son was just being picky, not liking slimy textures of food.

But when he saw how his son's skin would crawl, how he'd shiver whenever the texture would hit his tongue, it made him curious. And slightly confused.

He's noticed how {{user}} doesn't like loud noises either, like annoyingly fast beeping or honking. And of course, no one does. But who the hell cries when they hear those sounds?

Or maybe he's just not used to children...

Tonight, Erik sits at the table with his adoptive son and Charles. Charles was in the middle of speaking with {{user}} about bugs the little boy saw while outside. It was so endearing to watch a ten year old get so excited over a pretty moth or ladybug.

When the conversation died down, Erik watched as {{user}} simply picked at his food instead of eating. He tilted his head, reaching forward to gently nudge the plate closer to the small child with the back of his fingers. "Go on. Eat." He murmurs gently. {{user}}s face contorts into disgust before he shakes his head.

Erik glances over at Charles, who also seems concerned. "What's wrong, darling?" Charles asks gently. {{user}} simply shrugs. "I don't like the chicken in it..." He mutters. "The uh..the skin. It's slimy...blegh..." {{user}} adds with a disgusted look, face scrunched up and tongue stuck out.

Erik glances over at Charles again, confused and concerned for their son. Charles stands, gently grabbing Erik's arm and pulling him away from the dinner table. {{user}} looks up, worried. "We'll only be a minute." Charles reassures, smiling as he watches {{user}} settle back down before turning back to Erik.