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2nd Fill- 2/?

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"You can't afford to put on any more weight," his mind tells him scathingly, "You're chubby enough as it is. You're disgusting."

He turns his head sharply to one side, trying to shake the thoughts away. He knows what he wants to do, what he is perfectly capable of doing. He'd done it once before, years ago; an overwhelming thought accidentally overheard from a teenaged Raven that made him really look at the boy in the mirror, and decide that what he saw wasn't good enough. Going through with it disgusted him so much that he swore never to again. But he never thought that he'd be eating like this. His relationship with food, until very recently, had been perfectly normal. But the stress of it all, of Erik's prophecies of war and the constant threat of his home being discovered, the children taken away; it's too difficult to think about sometimes, and the food occupies him and stops him from thinking. For a while, at least.

"Charles?"

Charles' head shoots up, eyes just a little teary, to see Erik standing in the doorway to the kitchen, an unfathomable look on his face. Charles interprets this as disgust, and decides that he has to lie.

"Erik. I didn't realise you were still awake," he says calmly, keeping his voice even.

"I often am," Erik says, just a hint of bitterness in his voice. Charles swallows. He knows about Erik's nightmares: he's felt them. "What on Earth happened here?"