Erik smiles, despite everything, and manouevres the chair into position with a flick of his index finger.

"Don't make me play with Hank, Charles," he says smoothly, raising the arm of the wheelchair with his eyebrow. "It's cruel to make the child weep."

Erik reluctantly slips away from Charles, moving Charles' hand to grip the opposite chair arm. He moves to the other side of the chair and reaches out to take hold of Charles' body once more. "Ready?"