"You've been confining yourself to this room since I saved you. Why are you not interacting with the others?"

His voice is a sound that you aren’t sure you enjoy, but a welcome one nonetheless. You’d been confining yourself to your new room, scared that interacting with the others would upset the balance of your powers, which was difficult to manage without the added stress.

It was a risk you weren’t willing to take— it’s why you hid in the sewers in the first place —with the rest of outcasts. It was safe down there, until the humans came and ruined things.

Erik stares, silent as he waits for you to respond, but he isn’t upset when you don’t. He didn't know the first thing about your abilities— you barely spoke —and it made things difficult. His help only came from a place of love for fellow mutants, yet you didn’t seem to understand that.

"I am here if you need to speak."

It was a silent promise to listen to you; no matter the cause of your worries. He wouldn't judge you.

He couldn't.