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His gaze now rested on the mentalist, hunched over his black coffee as he grudgingly listened to Mystique. He had given up Charles, for this?
"So what are you saying?" he said, once Mystique was done and sipping her iced tea. "Are you saying you want me to join you?"
"Not so easy, Mr. Wyngarde," Erik said. "Membership is, shall we say, exclusive."
"Huh." The mentalist stirred his coffee once, twice. His eyes were fixed on Erik the whole time. "So you want a demo?"
Erik wobbled his hand in the air slightly. "You could say that. We have heard great things, Mr. Wyngarde, and we just thought that a man of your talents could use some work instead of sitting in a booth and tormenting random customers."
Now Wyngarde was laughing, the corners of his eyes crinkling with good humour. "Torment? I like how you automatically assume I use my ability for evil."
"Am I wrong?" Erik's voice was soft and dangerous.
"Erik, forget it." Mystique's words were clipped and short. "This guy is wasting our time."
"No." Erik remembered the last time he had thought someone to be utterly unassuming and harmless, and how this someone had turned his life inside out, reached into the deepest recesses of his mind and showed him goodness that he thought had been snuffed out along with his mother's life. "Let him try."
The mentalist's smile was crooked, and a little disorienting. "With her?" he gestured at Mystique, who stiffened.
"No." Erik leaned forward and stared at the mentalist straight in the eye. Pick on someone your own size. "With me."
The white light washed his mind like a photographic flash, and his first thought was that the fucker had taken a picture of him, and he was going to rip that camera apart and strangle him with the cord. Then he heard someone calling his name, and his second thought was that Mystique's voice sounded odd, as though it had gone down a few octaves, and that it had never filled him with this warmth before.
"Erik?"
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You're doing it exactly the way I've imagined.
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Genius.
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