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uniformlyCharles made to believe he's Wesley. Erik/Wesley(Charles)
Wesley could feel it; the frustration that bled from where Erik was standing. It spread along the floor, sunk into the spaces between the wooden boards. It crept up Wesley's legs like vines, tendrils of anger and resentment, some directed towards him, others not. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. He shook his leg.